They arrived in the throne room, but something was horribly wrong. The Queen was on the throne, and she didn't look happy. The King was in another room, coughing. "Bring me Lache!" She demanded one of the soldiers. He flew off, and moments later came back with Lache, all tied up. "Give me one reason to spare you your life!" She shouted at him, pointing a spear to his throat. Lache's eyes grew wide and he shook nervously. "What have I done wrong?" He asked in a trembling voice. "My dear husband has been poisoned, and I am convinced it was you." She said, showing him a feather that nearly matched his precisely. He shuddered. "That isn't mine! I am innocent!" He cried. She glared at him. "Then, who did this? I will kill you if you lie to me." She threatened, lightly pushing the spear against him. He kept thinking of ways he could say this. "I-I--..." Anger fumed inside her. "Tell me!" She shouted at him. "Yakov!!" He shouted; he couldn't keep the secret anymore. She pushed the spear further. "Honest! It was Yakov!" He admitted. She drew back the spear. "Send soldiers and lookouts to find Yakov, immediately!" She demanded the guards. They each ran in a different direction, gathering as many soldiers as they could.
