On a freezing winter day, in the cold of the night, the king asked a guard on duty:
-“Are you cold, guard?”
"I'm used to the cold, my king," said the guard.
"Okay, I'll still order them to bring you warm clothes," he said and left. But he forgot to give the order.
The next day they found the guard's frozen body at the guard post. The guard had written a message on the wall of the guardhouse.
"My king, I'm used to the cold. It wasn't the cold that killed me, it was your promise to keep me warm."