Lydia threw herself mindlessly on the ground. Stumping her hands and feet simultaneously, she shouted out to the King, "Avenge Me!” The guards couldn’t hold her down. She kicked, scratched, yelled, wept, pushed and wailed. They all stared at her in amazement. King Pochus wasn’t one to fear neither God nor men. He did what He pleased and would rather host a feast than listen to anyone wailing at his gates. He was their King but lived for himself. Every day, Lydia came as early as 4am to the palace and will wail out her strength till 10pm at night. She did this persistently for days. On the 92 nd day, the wake-man who was charged with playing the violin for the king to awaken from his sleep, was doing his thing. The king kept sleeping despite the wake-man’s music. Lydia hit the gates with such force that the King jolted off his sleep. “What’s the meaning of this?” King Pochus yelled. The wake man stood alarmed at the sudden loud sound that came from the gate