A man who has already decided what he wants to hear will find four hundred voices willing to say it. The deception does not force itself on the king. He welcomes it. Flattery that promises victory goes down easier than counsel that warns of defeat, so he surrounds himself with agreement and calls the echo prophecy.
Each of us assembles a chorus of the opinions that soothe us and quietly exiles the one dissenter who might have saved us. The lie wins by consent, not by cleverness. Truth usually arrives as the voice you were most tempted to silence.