IC:
The jester got up and took out a knife.
"A drop of blood, Sire," he stated to King Herod.
"Why not? I have enough," stated the King and held out his finger.
The jester pricked it with the dagger and took a drop, then he painted half his white mask red with the blood.
"There lies a kingdom in the distance, your sworn enemy commands it. Your daughter..."
At this point, the jester pointed a finger at Isabella.
"She will die within a month."
At this, King Herod said, "No, leave, leave now!"
"Heed my words, she will be killed." stated the jester and then left the banquet hall, the knife with blood left behind.
King Herod sagged in his chair. He did not like the jester's foreboding.
Dirk remained solem-looking. He also did not like what had been told.