It was a good day for a speech. A clear day, albeit a cold one. Even in warm furs, Edmund could feel the air cutting through him as he stood on the wooden platform overlooking the village square of Abling. And yet the village square was full, with nearly every peasant from not just this small village, but from miles around it, gathered in front of the platform in much less warm clothing, waiting. That was what the promise of free food could do. They would listen to their king speak, but they came for the festival set to begin after…
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