Despite the sumptuous dishes, tension fills the air of the great hall. Numerous guests had accepted the invitation to the funeral service for the late queen, and now await the mourning kings eulogy. After all, he is now without an heir to the throne and many of those present sense an opportunity for themselves. When the king finally rises, there is a hushed silence. He raises his goblet and lets his keen gaze wander from face to face. Few of you are here to mourn my beloved wife with me, the king begins, and takes a sip from the goblet. Suddenly he begins to cough and puts his hand to his throat. He collapses, knocking food from the table. A murmur goes through the crowd as orders are shouted frantically for aid. The king is carried out of the hall in a hurry, and minutes of dismay pass. Then the personal doctor emerges and announces to all, `The king is dead!`