Faithful Knight

Sir Gwilym and his men returned to the king’s castle bearing bags of gold, and a half a dozen slave women, fruits of plundering the land for a week.
“Where have you been all this time, Sir Gwilym?” asked the king.
“I have been robbing and pillaging on your behalf all week, sire, burning the villages of your enemies in the north.”
“But I don’t have any enemies in the north,” protested the king.
“You have now, sire.”