The dead King spread his hands to the watching stars.

I leaned forward over the dead King and closed his eyes.

"Isn't the King dead and a new republic enough for you in one day?"

I served a dead king and a people who weren't worthy of him.

It was too soon; they knew only one King, alive or dead.

He leaned his head against the dead king for an instant, then met her eyes.

Usually these years are counted as the last year of the dead king's reign.

He was killed, but many arrows struck the dead King.

It is their role to prepare the dead king's body for burial.

At least I can be there to tell him which dead king is which, if nothing else.