Once Queen Pirouette had gotten outside the city walls, she spurred her horse to a gallop. Almost as soon as her mount had reached full speed, she slowed it down to a trot. She’d arrived to the place of interest- a plot of land not far from the city proper where she would build a shrine to her patron saint, Our Lady of Nepeta.
The area where the chapel would be was already marked off with ropes and stakes. When Pirouette looked at the space, she didn’t see an empty field, she saw a lovely edifice with a spire and stained-glass windows. She saw a hospice where weary pilgrims could find respite. That and other essential maintenance buildings of a less glamorous sort were part of her vision.
Le petit prince GarGar, son of King GarGar and Queen Pirouette was the twin brother of la princesse LaLa. In the space of ten minutes, the royal couple went from having three children to five. The little princess was the first to see the world and then her brother followed some minutes later. For the Queen, it was not the most difficult labor of her career as a mother. In face, it was far from it. In fact, compared to her other deliveries, this one was a veritable breeze. After the babies were bathed and wrapped in swaddling clothes, they were set side by side in the crib. The hardly made a peep, and went straight to sleep.
“Once again, dear wife, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” said King GarGar to the Queen. “Only this time, doubly so!”