A tall, thin veteran of the Royal Regiment is more than happy to pass you his wine. He withdraws a flask from his pouch and lifts it to you in salute. You raise your glass in gratitude, giving him a grin. This way, neither of you will be missing out.
The King begins to speak, and at first you aren't sure you're hearing him correctly. Then you realize the toast is in Old Brenteel. Egad, no wonder no one can understand it. You see looks of confusion amongst easily a third of the room. His Majesty is a fine enough speaker, but would do well to remember his audience sometimes….
At least the ending of a toast is always unmistakable. When King Saul drinks from his goblet, everyone with a glass cheers and eagerly follows suit. The food can't be far behind.
"Thanks be to thee, Your Majesty, for this…." Lady Gramercy's powerful voice fills the room as she steps forward into the open square of floor before the dais. Someone has something other than food on her mind, you suppose.
Onward