King GarGar tried his hardest to comfort his daughter la Princesse Pirouette la jeune. He held her hand and whispered to her, “Now, now, my dear, everything is going to be alright.” To no avail. His daughter would not stop weeping. Queen Pirouette tried her best to quell the tempests that raged in their daughter also, with no better result.The source of the young lady’s discomfort was the death of her fiancee, the Margrave Pierre. It was all too horrible- a riding accident. A broken neck. A life so full of promise was cut short, leaving behind a nation in mourning. Poor la jeune, after capturing the heart of the most eligible bachelor in the world, how would she ever be able to settle for someone else with less calibre?
King GarGar and Queen Pirouette sat in the gallery of the cathedral during their oldest daughter’s wedding. While GarGar could not keep his eyes off of the ceremony, Pirouette hardly took notice. She was more concerned with projecting a completely regal presence to the assembled guests. Princess Gargella never looked more beautiful, and maintained a frozen smile on her face, despite the fact that she was being forced to settle for a husband who was twice her age, already twice-married and in obviously poor health.
Much to the consternation of the King, the groom coughed loudly throughout the proceedings.
Arise and shine for thy light has come and the glory of the Lord has risen. Isaiah 60:1. (Please see Handel’s Messiah.)