Inside King GarGar’s tent stood a large table. Spread out on its surface was a detailed map of the terrain. The King and his generals were studying it intently when a messenger arrived with news from the field. “Speak up!” Said General Barkington to the hapless messenger. “What news?”
The foot soldier, who was not a professional messenger, struggled to read the missive in his hand.
“Give me that!” Snapped General Barkington as he snatched the report from the messenger’s hands.
The last thing King GarGar wanted to do was open a new parliament; however, Queen Pirouette put down one delicate foot, and that was that. GarGar relented. The announcement went out that parliament would be meeting in one week’s time. In the interim, Queen Pirouette put the final touches on her speech and selected the garments she would wear with the royal regalia.
It was a crazy day in the royal nursery. Besides the three youngest children of King GarGar and Queen Pirouette, the children of several courtiers, plus some royal cousins made over a dozen young people. It was playtime, and the children were wound up like spinning tops.
“What a ruckus!” Shouted Lady Goresuch over the din.
“Indeed,” answered Queen Pirouette who was calm and relaxed in the face of madcap, childish antics.
Hunting boar was thirsty work, but it was the duty of the King to lead the Court into the fray. What a spectacle! All the riders wore matching clothes- bright red jackets- so as not to be accidentally taken down. While the horns blared, the hound dogs howled, straining at their leashes. His Majesty called for some water, but a valet handed him a pouch filled with juice. One sip, and King GarGar spat it out. “I asked for water!” He shouted. “Not juice!”