This morning, we displeased Her Majesty by advising her of
the time and suggesting she rise from her slumber. Words were not spoken aloud; she only uttered
vehement grunts and mumbled noises. There
was much protesting; gnashing of teeth and kicking of bed sheets. Even the Court Jester was unsuccessful in conveying cheer.
When Her Majesty finally deemed the humble castle and its
inhabitants worthy of joining, she arose.
There was splendid celebration amongst her lowly servants. Shortly, Her Majesty deemed the eldest female
servant worthy of affection and thus wrapped her royal arms around the servant’s
neck. A sigh of contentment escaped her
lips as years of comfort, given and received, poured into that one gesture.
Her Majesty was thusly fed, sewn
into her courtly attire, given a paste to put upon her teeth to make them shine, and once more supposed fondness toward the eldest
female servant as that servant departed for Market. The eggs, milk and
straw baskets the favored servant sells make up the household kitchen purse. Undoubtedly, there shall be a grand feast tonight.
Farewell, for now.
JMS
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