The king has the crowd trained to parrot the motto, “Strength. Power,” back to him upon seeing him. The lords seem to have the sense that they are part of the strength and power they are invoking. However, the king’s crown makes a visual statement that the strength and power is consolidated in his body. He only welcomes his subjects into the fold as long as they do not dissent; otherwise, he could easily burn them. Mare notices the tyranny inherent in this arrangement in a way that the crowd seems not to observe.