The King's Corner

Greetings my fine subjects!! This session of the His Majesty’s Royal Court shall be dedicated to crossing the tundras to our part time Castle in the Country.

Friday finds us in a balmy average temperature of 58 degrees. SO with spirits high we prepare ourselves for the trek to our Country Estates. The plan was to begin the journey on Saturday after our young maiden’s carriage guiding lesson. Little did we know what laid in store for us courtesy of Our Lady of Green – aka Mother Nature. It seems once again we were to be the targets of her levity. As we awoke to begin loading up the carriage for the journey and stepped out into main courtyard, we were met with such force and frigidity of wind and temperature it would make the local courtesan blush! A low 27 degrees and falling courtesy of ye old man blowhard, winter wind!! All that came to mind was “A Pox on Thee Old Man Winter!!”
SO in hasty fashion and lack of breath I loaded up the carriage. After what seemed like a million trips hither and yon, I had all that the Queen and young Maiden, “Princess Younger” had ready, I took a short restbit. Lets just say that it was very short!! We finally finished our loading and had to secure the guard dogs in their temporary lodgings at the local houndatorium. This complete our trek began. First destination an eatery in a not too out of the way place called Hibernia, I believe it to be ruled by the Celts!? Traveling in such a large carriage, we were forced to leave it a bit of a ways from the drawbridge of this keep, this compared to past visits. Oh the nipping bite of Old Man Winter surely does not do a body good!! After grabbing some grub and warming the old bones, off we set again. This time to head to a quaint little mountain keep in Pa.

As the hour is late and the telling of this tale begining to obtain a lengthy and boring swing surely that every balladeer would choose to leave this tale untold, I shall keep thee in suspense to the morrow!!

SO the Royal Edict for this night shall be – Every tale that is told whether of warmth or of cold, by young or by old should know when to crease and the paper to fold!! In other words know when to close the book and say goodnight, for the morrow will too need a tale to be told!