[toasting the princes]
To the new King of Stormhold. Whichever of you fine young men it might be.
To the new King of Stormhold. [They acknowledge him and drink. The bishop's face contorts and he collapses, dead. They look uncomprehendingly at their cups, and then eye each other suspiciously. Tertius breaks the atmosphere with a laugh, then chokes and dies]
[To Primus]
You-
[Clutches his throat and chokes on the poison, falls. Primus' eyes light up in realization, and he picks up the crown reverently. Septimus sits up, laughing]
You really thought you were king?
You killed the bishop.
No, Primus, I think you'll find that you killed the bishop by drinking from the wrong cup. [Primus looks crestfallen] Oh look, once you've finished wrestling with your conscience, I suggest you return to your chamber. Leave the quest for the stone to me.
