Chapter 17: Deliver the Dead“Are you sure you are ready, my king?” asked Trunculin, standing behind him.
“Yes. I'm sure.” Asa shuffled his feet and looked over the papers again. He wore shoes for the occasion. This was his first speech, and he wanted to get it right. But the speech that Trunculin had written for him didn't make any sense. Why does Trunculin want to make an alliance with Extatumm, the people that openly hate kings? He knew he would get no answer if he asked, so he didn't.
Trunculin gently put his hand on Asa's shoulder and said, “You will do well, my king.”
His touch almost made Asa pull away, but inwardly he smiled. The firstcouncilor had been furious when he found out the king had new guards, men handpicked by Brenddel. He had been angry, but he wasn't able to do anyth
