Moses is still unsteady on baby feet, but mother, father, and brother will catch him when he falls. Tiny fingers grip, surprising strength in his small clasp. Hands cling to stools and table legs, fingers wiggling as he learns to balance on his feet. He holds on to steadier hands, trusting his family not to let him fall. When his mother crouches, arms stretched to him, he pushes upright, swaying. For the first time, he walks without toppling over, straight into the queen's waiting embrace. The queen lifts him into her arms, planting a kiss on each cheek, praising him.