"Your Highness, your protection of the rabble has borne fruit. Now the peasants are demanding a permit to leve

"Your Highness, your protection of the rabble has borne fruit. Now the peasants are demanding a permit to level the oak grove near the capital. They want to use the land as a field to plant crops. But you see, the wealthy merchants have enjoyed hunting there for years. They won't be happy of another violation of their privileges. Take my advice. Don't turn the influential class against you."