deeper scratches with a cloak pin.” “Damned clumsy with a cloak pin,” one of the attendants muttered. “I wasn’t using it on myself,” the king snapped. He turned back to the ambassador. “I was enjoying that little moment of horrified attention, Ornon.” “Forgive me, Your Majesty,” Ornon replied. “But I think you’ve been closer to death than this.” The king looked up at the queen,
