9

The debate continues without much progress for some time, with Bisqueath and certain others on the council advocating war against the Fein, for retribution and glory; and His Majesty unconvinced that any warlike action against the larger neighbor would improve Brenton's fortunes.

You size up the moment.

You summon up all your confidence as you address the august assembly about how the the right kind of stage performance could serve to delight the populace, and at the same time increase their devotion to warlike action.

Lord Bisqueath appreciates your concept, though you can tell Their Majesties are somewhat off-put by it. [+Bisqueath] [-Saul] [-Hero]

You've scarcely ever felt surer of yourself or what you can offer than in that moment. As His Majesty ponders your offer in silence for some time, you know that the confidence you radiate from all your experiences to this point is a strong item in your favor.

"So dire a provocation needs response," he sighs in resignation. "A war—contained in scope—will easier be if rallied round the cause our people be."

The royal nod sets everything in motion. You're going to bestir a people to war.

Onward