Windy attorneys to their client woes,
Airy succeeders of intestate joys,
Poor breathing orators of miseries!
Let them have scope: though what they do impart
Help not all, yet do they ease the heart.

Emma sighed, giving Karla a sideways, crooked smile. She had never been trained to wield a sword, but by God, she was a Queen. Manipulating politics and words had ever been the weapon of her sex.