There is an uproar. Loguire rises to his feet in outrage; the queen falls back into her high-backed chair. Others at the table are shouting, some at Loguire, some at Durer, in a cacophony that cannot be understood.
Durer drops the cup; but Brom catches it, spilling only about half of it.
His booming voice cuts through the crowd. "Silence!" The room quiets, although it takes a moment.
"Steward," he continues, "would you kindly empty my glass and pour some of the wine from that same pitcher into it? I must taste that wine and this."
The steward pours the contents of Brom's cup into a bowl on the table, and refills it from the pitcher. Brom speaks as he is doing so.
"My lords, I will ask you all to watch carefully, lest anyone claim there has been trickery. I cannot ask you to taste the wine yourselves, so you will have to trust my conclusion; but at least you will be able to observe that no one tampered with either cup save the steward, myself, and the accused."
He sips the wine in the cup from the pitcher.
"That wine," he declares, "is good..
He sips from the cup taken from Durer. He smacks his lips, and sips again.
"This wine," he says, "is not the same. Something has been added to it, and I would wager it is a poison, although it is rather subtle.
"With your majesty's permission, I will give the remainder of that which is in each cup each to one of the piglets, to confirm that the one is poisoned and the other is not. Guards, put this man in the dungeon."
Durer attempts to protest, trying to throw himself at the queen's feet, but two of the other guards in the room are quickly at the man's side, pulling him up and dragging him out of the room.
The queen rises, mutters something, and rushes from the room toward her chambers.
Sir Maris, standing, approaches the Duke.
"Your lordship, one of your servants stands accused of treason and attempted murder of our Queen. I must ask that you consider yourself in custody until the matter is resolved, and that you have no contact with him."
"Of course," he says, his normally strong voice softened. "I assure you I knew nothing of his plot, and indeed do not understand it; I trust your thorough examination will exonerate me.
"When I have finished by breakfast, I shall retire to my chambers."
Brom asks the steward to give him a hand, handing the man one of the cups. "I am giving you the wine in my own cup, which is the safe wine, and I am carrying the wine that is poisoned."
The two of them head for the door. One of the councilors of one of the other lords rises.
"Let me get that door for you," he says.
--M. J. Young