文字记录 (en)

There is not food enough in the city. Those with means have bought more than their share. All the more reason Sir Tyler must break the blockade. In the meantime the people are hungry, and their anger is rising. The enemy without may be fought with swords, the enemy within is more insidious. Why is this anger directed at us? It is Rhaenyra the Pretender who ordered the gullet closed and left them all to starve. We still look to you to ensure their well-being. It is the burden of authority. You should not go it alone. It does occur to me that your grace has yet to name a hand. Sir Christian, of course, said to your brother, that you need one who may advance your course with shrewdness and subtlety. Do you take me for a fall? On the contrary, my grace... I have little patience for the self-important, Lord Laris. Even less for flatterers and in hospitals. But you are as it happens, correct? Every king needs a hand. I'll make it your responsibility. My prince, it is an honour I've never considered for myself. I'm not to serve his hand, you told, to fetch him. Send word to Otto Eidower. My grandsire may be overcautious, but his devotion to his family has never been in doubt. You'll see it then. You're late. I am happy to report that His Grace, the King, has regained consciousness this morning, if only for a few moments. You said there was little hope. He is stronger than I thought. This morning his breath comes easier. He may yet live. Thank the gods. What happy news?