The underwritten is something that just sort of came out of my head.  I've been toying around with a story to this affect; we'll see where it goes.  Chapter Ten of Sarco is in the entry below this, if you seek that.

If you live in the most rual parts of the kingdom, you may know whomeone who has seen them, or even seen them youself.  If you live in the kingdom at all, you've heard of them.

When a hard day's work is over, supper has been eaten, and all the chorse are done, the fire is stoked, the candles are blown out, and you hear of them: The Kingmakers.  The people who believe that a prince can never become king if he is pampered and privlaged all his life. The people who have trained evey prince in our kingdom for as long as anyone can remember.

The story of the Kingmakers is one of brats turned leaders, boys turned men, princes turned farmboys and back again.  It is the story of a child turned into a king who knows his people personally and can care for them all the better because of it.

I always loved the story of the Kingmakesrs.  It was always said that you would know a prince-in-training by the way he acted when he heard the story.  I've never seen it myself, but it's said that, if you're lucky, you'll see a young man who, dispite his patched and tattered clothes, maintains his regal bearing.  As the tale is told around the storyfire, it is said, he will drap his eyes and hang his head, as if he has just been rebuked.  Towards the end of the story, however, he wil raise his head, and his eyes will take the tint of quiet determination.  He will make eye contact with two people across the fire, who also keep a sense of regal bearing through their rags.  They will nod slightly to the young man.  Then you will know that the Kingmakers are in your village, and your next king sits at the feet of the storyteller after working beside you all day in the fields, learning what it is like to be ruled before he becomes the ruler.