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Cinderella... with apologies
By JDG
It all happened a long time ago in a land far away. Don't all these stories
happen in a time long ago and in a land far away, after all? But I digress. A
young Prince had been forced, by the will of his father, The King, to
participate in a rather gaudy and highly embarrassing Royal Ball. The sole
purpose of which was to find him a suitable bride from amongst the locally
available females.
The cream of society was invited, as well as a bit of the skim milk of society.
The butter, cheese, and yogurt of society felt entirely left out, but that is
another matter entirely... isn't it. As the night progressed the handsome young
Prince, known locally as Charming, danced with a veritable plethora of young
lovelies. Each more dazzlingly beautiful than the last. At around 8pm a new
maiden entered through the grand arch.
The Prince held his breath. His heart fair threatened to burst from within the
confines of his ribs at the sight of her. She was the most exquisite creature he
had ever seen. She had hair like spun gold, piled high upon her head. Her face
was so beautiful that his eyes actually hurt to gaze upon her directly, and so
he continually found himself gazing longingly at her through hooded eyes. Her
skin was like the finest alabaster, and her eyes had the blue of a cornflower to
them. Not the washed blue of a late-bloomed cornflower, but the intense and
lively blue of a new bloom at the veritable height of spring. Her figure, even
swathed as it was within acres of cloth, and silk, and lace, and such, was
enough to make the pulse of every man present run hard and hot through his
veins. And upon her delicate feet she wore two tiny, crystal slippers.
Despite her rather shockingly foolish choice of footwear for a ball the Prince
was immediately smitten, and determined then and there to make her his own.
Gliding across the intervening space he took her tiny hand in his own great paw
and asked her to dance. They twirled across the dance floor and laughed gaily as
the night progressed. The Prince would allow no one and nothing to interfere,
with his dancing, with the vision who had so seized upon the strings of his
heart. Even his father, The King, had to agree with his choice of life partner.
She was so lovely as to conjure thoughts of sending Charming off on long
diplomatic missions so he could get to know his daughter in law better.
Where the time went Charming never knew. Suddenly the clock struck midnight. At
the first toll, a look of purest horror broke upon the fair maidens face and she
tore away from Charming's arms and fled out the east wing of the palace. In her
haste the glass slipper, which had so recently housed her dainty left foot, had
come off, and laid, a glittering reminder of love fled.
The Prince was heartbroken and vowed to search the kingdom until he found again
the girl who had captured his heart. He swore that he would marry whomsovever's
foot fit the slipper no matter what impediment there may be to their nuptials.
No possessive father, no jealous fianc? or husband, no magic spell would prevent
him from finding his own true love and making her his! His father, The King,
issued a royal decree through out the length and breadth of the kingdom that it
would be so. Such a decree was unbreakable law and could not be violated, even
by The King himself.
The next day, with his father heartfelt blessing, he set out, with a modest
entourage of just 200 men at arms-peasants and even some gentry could be so
stuffy about your seizing and carrying off their daughters after all-in search
of the wondrous maiden. Taking the slipper from town to town, farm to farm,
castle to castle he tried every maiden's foot in the kingdom. All to no avail.
Finally footsore and heart weary he came to the last house in the kingdom that
had not been tried. A lowly pig farmer's shack, which had a shattered pumpkin
and some dead mice sitting out front of it. Knocking on the door the Prince
heard a man grumblingly shout for whoever it was to go away.
Stepping forward, Sir Gonados of Ghastly, Chief Captain and Imperatur of the
Princes Royal Contingent of Plantagenet Men at Arms, shouted, "Open in the name
of the Prince!"
Immediately there was a great scuffling about within the confines of the hovel
and the door creaked open. The Prince gazed upon the splotchy, unwashed, bristle
jowled countenance of the most horrendously fat and ugly pig farmer he had ever
seen. The odor washing off of him made every one within the immediate area, the
Prince included, reconsider with regret the large lunch they had partaken off.
Those boiled eels and candied larks tongues particularly seemed to be trying to
fight their way back up.
"Good fellow Swineherd" the Prince choked out as tears streamed from his eyes,
(in truth he wondered if he was quite addressing the swineherd or one of his
swine, "Is your-*Gasp* 'Choke' lovely bride or daughter in residence? I have a
small matter to discuss with you and them."
"Nay Sir" the swineherd responded revealing, in the process, the blackened
stumps of long rotted teeth-the source, no doubt, of the extreme malaise of
halitosis evident in every fragrant breath out of the portly fellows mouth, "Me
wif' met hur aend sum tayme ago. I gort no datturs"
"Well that is tragic." the Prince gasped quickly. "I feel your pain, but, there
is nothing I can do about it now is there. Got to go. Taa now."
As the Prince made to beat a hasty retreat from the suddenly flatulent presence
he was brought up short by the form of his fathers Royal Advisor, Barleymoore
Hardivcornhenson. "Highness" Barleymoore gasped. "Your father, The King,
declared that the shoe would be tried at every domicile within the confines
within the kingdom. It is now royal law and cannot be violated."
"There are no women here you Daft Bugger!" the irate and rapidly greening Prince
shouted. "Upon whom do you suggest I try the slipper? The swineherd perhaps?"
Seeing the resolute look upon Barleymoores' face the Prince suddenly realized
that he did intend that the Prince should try the slipper upon the flatulent
swineherds wart and excrement encrusted foot.
"Bugger all." Charming grumbled under his breath as he sank upon one knee. "Give
me your left foot please good fellow swineherd." The Prince said with ill
concealed grace. "NO! I said your LEFT foot. Blithering idiot."
The Prince carefully removed the bit of leather that passed for a shoe upon the
swineherds foot and brought the slipper forward. To his unmitigated horror and
the delight of the hot and sweaty troops with him (they really didn't care much
for the spoiled rich boy after all you know) the slipper fit!
The Prince felt the world slip away from him as he sank into blissful
unconsciousness at the shock of it all. Preparations were made to convey the
"Royal Fiance'" home to the castle of the King. There were many snickers behind
mail-gloved hands on the long and silent trip back.
The King felt really bad about it but, after all, a Royal vow is a Royal Vow,
and a Royal Decree is a Royal Decree, and not even, The King, himself may break
it.
Everyone wondered why the wedding was held within the castle and guards posted
to keep everyone out. Then many who were present at the ball recalled the
delicate beauty of the girl and knew it must just be the Prince's jealous
obsessiveness that caused such secrecy. The Royal Bride was kept in a far wing
of the castle. One from which the wind hardly ever blew toward the rest of the
castle. It was unfortunate that no amount of scrubbing could ever seem to rid
the "bride" of her lingering stench of porcine scat. As for Charming, well after
the obligatory wedding night consummation of his marriage, he went quite mad of
course, and had to be locked in a padded room for the rest of his life. The King
spent many lonely nights in his cups regretting that game of cards he had sat in
on with the royal sorcerer and that Gaiea woman. He really never should have
cheated.
Sighing heavily The King mumbled to himself for perhaps the thousandth time, "I
guess she was right. It's not nice to fool Mother Nature."
THE END?
Rowan
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