So it goes that Audrey and several others are banished at King Saul's direction.
The question that consumes the Royal Council is what should happen next. With your fortunes high, you're welcomed by King and Queen into Council sessions for the nonce, though if you grow too forward the access might not last.
"It seems to me two troubles share one end," rumbles Lord Bisqueath with an air of making a fresh discovery. "Having acted 'gainst your life, the Fein must needs be met with steel to show our strength. If we strike hard, and seize a patch of land, the plunder could be dedicated to the Lady Hotfoot and her warlike clan who still do threaten strife inside our lands."
"You seem t'assume, my Lord," says King Saul, his voice quiet as ever, "that waging war is simple an affair as buying seed. The chance is greater far of stalemate or even loss than 'tis of quick success."
Onward