ORA-25153: Temp Tablespace error on adconfig.sh.Oracle EBS Application java.io.FileNotFoundException.I may kill you yet, but I think I’d feel sad about it.” “Lord Varys, I am growing strangely fond of you. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.” “A shadow on the wall,” Varys murmured, “yet shadows can kill. Power resides where men believe it resides. “Did you mean to answer your damned riddle, or only to make my head ache worse?” Who truly killed Eddard Stark, do you think? Joffrey, who gave the command? Ser Ilyn Payne, who swung the sword? Or… another?” Yet that day on the steps of Baelor’s Sept, our godly High Septon and the lawful Queen Regent and your ever-so-knowledgeable servant were as powerless as any cobbler or cooper in the crowd. Some tell us that all power comes from the gods. “Then these other swordsmen have the true power. “Because these child kings and drunken oafs can call other strong men, with other swords.” “Just so… yet if it is the swordsmen who rule us in truth, why do we pretend our kings hold the power? Why should a strong man with a sword ever obey a child king like Joffrey, or a wine-sodden oaf like his father?” “That piece of steel is the power of life and death.” “He has neither crown nor gold nor favor of the gods, only a piece of pointed steel.” “The king, the priest, the rich man-who lives and who dies? Who will the swordsman obey? It’s a riddle without an answer, or rather, too many answers. “It has crossed my mind a time or two,” Tyrion admitted. Perchance you have considered the riddle I posed you that day in the inn?” “Oh, I think not,” Varys said, swirling the wine in his cup. And a very small man can cast a very large shadow. Lord Varys :Power resides where men believe it resides. Tyrion Lannister : I’ve decided I don’t like riddles. Lord Varys : But if it’s swordsmen who rule, why do we pretend kings hold all the power? When Ned Stark lost his head, who was truly responsible? Joffrey? The executioner? Or something else? Tyrion Lannister :He has a sword, the power of life and death. Lord Varys : Does it? He has neither crown, nor gold, nor favor with the gods. Tyrion Lannister :Depends on the sellsword. Each great man bids the sellsword kill the other two. Lord Varys : Three great men sit in a room: a king, a priest, and a rich man. Tyrion Lannister : Why? Am I about to hear one? Lord Varys : Power is a curious thing, my lord. I don’t mean to follow Ned Stark to the grave. Tyrion Lannister : The council has a reputation for serving past Hands poorly. But should I be worried? Janos Slynt, Pycelle… the small council grows smaller every day. Lord Varys : And it seems the Grand Maester has found his way into a black cell? Lord Varys :You will be pleased to know our mutual friend is doing quite well in Lady Sansa’s service.