“Reminds me of the tale of the King traveling through “his” lands and stopping at a hovel to warm himself. There was no fire, and when the king asked why, the peasant replied that it was by his order that the peasants only use so much firewood and he had used all his up already.”
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“Reminds me of the tale of the King traveling through “his” lands and stopping at a hovel to warm himself..”
That would be from the movie BECKET. King Henry is wet from a storm. He stops at a hovel demanding fire and warmth.
Becket: You will find no fire here sire.
Henry: And why is that?
Becket: Each hovel is allowed two measures of wood a year. One stick more and they are hanged.
Henry: My edict?
Becket: Your edict sire.