“Andronicus proudly rode through the center of the royal city of McCloud, surrounded by hundreds of his generals, dragging behind him his most valuable possession—King McCloud himself. Stripped of his armor, half naked, with a hairy, overweight body, McCloud was tied to Andronicus's back saddle with a long rope wrapped around his wrists. Riding slowly through the city, reveling in his triumph, Andronicus dragged McCloud through the streets covered with dirt and pebbles, kicking up clouds dust. McCloud's people gathered in the streets, mouths agape. He heard McCloud scream, writhing in pain, as Andronicus rode through the streets, exposing the king in his own city. Andronicus beamed. The faces of these people were distorted with fear. Here was their former king, who had become the lowest of the slaves. It was one of the best days in the memory of Andronicus...”