““The King rose up and spoke one word. He gave a last gasp and collapsed back onto the bed and lay still. His last breath escaped his lips slowly. Craterus reached forward and closed the eyes. Ptolemy took the ring. “What did he say to you? Who did he say would rule? To whom does it go?” Ptolemy stood up tall and straight. They all stared at him. “He said one word. Kratisto! To the strongest!” ””
