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When the mob pushed its way into the garden, King GarGar was ready to greet them, sword unsheathed. Without a second thought, he waded into the crowd of rioters, swinging his sword with abandon. “You will all get your comeuppance!” He shouted, nearly choking with rage.
Even as the mob was marching on the Palace, King GarGar took Queen Pirouette by the arm and proceeded to walk through the garden.
This poor fellow has seen better days. Fortunately, the damage to his wings didn’t impair his ability to fly. Seconds after I hit the shutter on my camera, he took off like a bullet.
The royal jeweler bowed low and then opened his case for King GarGar’s inspection. There were four brooches that His Majesty had ordered. One was formed in the image of Venus, while another was a lady and a heart; the third was of a man lying in a woman’s lap, while the fourth showed the same woman with a crown. Diamonds, emeralds, rubies and pearls imbedded in finely wrought gold, they captured the light in countless hues and tossed it back to beguile the beholder. It was no mystery who the woman in the brooches was; it was his wife, Queen Pirouette, the most beautiful woman in the world. The King had personally designed them and contributed the jewels from his personal collection.
“This promises to be Your Majesty’s greatest triumph,” said the royal jeweler.
In this tiny world, a little butterfly can be a giant. Note the hitchhiker on the tip of his wing.
Can there be any doubt that King GarGar is a mighty warrior? He always returns from battle victorious, carrying the banners of fallen enemies before him. His triumphant homecomings are always a cause for celebration. Often Queen Pirouette will wait for him at the city gates. From there she will ride side by side with her husband who is always happy to share the glory with her. Their adoring subjects will wait all night in order to cheer them on in the morning.
The longbow was typically six feet tall. A skilled archer could easily release ten arrows in one minute. These deadly projectiles could pierce armor. All it would take to wipe out a thousand mounted knights was a detachment of a hundred archers on foot. Fortunately for King GarGar, he had over five hundred archers at his disposal. He rode his horse up and down the line, shouting encouragement to his men as the enemy knights came within shooting range.
“Fire!” Shouted King GarGar.
