He can't make that kind of decision. He's just a grunt!

Therwyth al roſy hewed tho woxe ſhe / And gan to hym, and ſayd, ſo I trowe / Aquyte him wel for goddes loue (q[uo]d he) / My ſelfe to medes wol the lettre ſowe […]

The woman opposite him was a mere girl - twenty at a guess.

[…] If the cloud that hangs Upon the heart and round the mind Cleared from the north and in that height The sun appeared and reddened great Belshazzar's brow, O, ruler, rude With rubies then, attend me now.