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The horse required the finest oats imported from the coast and a stable lined with silk. Jovan had to hire three grooms just to keep its coat from staining in the mountain mud.

He could not sell it, for to sell a gift from the Voivode was treason. He could not give it away, for who would take a burden that would bankrupt them?. The Empty Treasury The horse required the finest oats imported from

Years passed. Jovan’s once-thriving warehouse grew empty. His gold went into the horse’s stomach; his time was spent protecting a beast that gave him nothing but the appearance of status. The villagers watched as Jovan’s clothes grew tattered while the horse remained pristine. He could not give it away, for who

In the gray heart of the mountains, there lived a merchant named Jovan. Jovan was a man of high ambition but a shallow heart. He spent his life courting the favor of the Great Voivode (the local ruler), believing that to be near power was to be powerful himself. His gold went into the horse’s stomach; his

He became a prisoner of his own prestige. He was "The Lord of the White Elephant," but he was starving.

"A gift for the most faithful," the Voivode declared. But as the gates of the palace closed, Jovan saw the faint, cruel smile on the ruler's face.