Emperor Itzacoatl strolled along the winding dirt road on the outskirts of Tenochtitlan. Two guards followed close enough to respond if there was danger, but far enough away not to disturb. He passed a field of corn and admired it's beauty. The farmer had done expertly to grow such a fine crop. Itzacoatl picked an ear and shucked it, biting into the tasty food.
He had just finished eating it when a poorly dressed macehualla (commoner) approached him. The man bowed his head, then looked at the Emperor and spoke.
"Great Emperor, I must protest your thievery. It is against the laws to steal another man's crop. Laws set down by you, Great Emperor."
Itzacoatl was taken aback. His guards approached and grabbed the man to haul him away, but the Emperor held up his hand. "Wait," he said to the guards. "You dare approach your Emperor like this?"
The macehualla bowed his head again, but his voice remained strong. "Is it not you who has said these laws are binding to ALL who live in the Empire? Therefore, are you not a criminal for stealing my food?"
Itzacoatl thought on this. "What is your name, farmer?"
"Tenochuma, Great Emperor. I am merely a man trying to make his way."
Itzacoatl laughed. "You have certainly done so. None have ever dared challenge me in such a manner, and bring my own laws to bear on me. And for your sense of justice, you shall be rewarded. Guards, this man shall from this day be one of my advisors, to remind me when I overstep the laws of the Empire. If only I had more people like you as my advisors, good Tenochuma."
"Thank, Great Emporer. You are as kind as you are wise."
Itzacoatl withdrew a few coins from his pocket (a small fortune to the mecehualla's) and handed them to Tenochuma. "This is payment for the finest corn I have ever tasted. Use it to buy yourself new clothing - you will be called to council with me every day at noon."
Tenochuma bowed deeply. "Yes, Great Emporer. It shall be the greatest honor to serve you."