A.P. (I am sure he has a name but for the purposes of this we shall go with A.P.) asked me if I fancied some sort of collaboration thing when he writes a piece then I follow.
I was asked to do this before and I wanted to and then I realised I have less time than I would like to really make an effort so I didn’t do it. Nothing has changed but this time I said yes and so A.P. goes and makes a quite eloquent and intriguing post and I figured I better get it done as it would be frightfully rude not to so I seem to have written the follow up piece below.
There weren’t really any rules other than he does a piece then I do.
Oh well this is what I managed today between going to the tip, taking the boys to rugby, making dinner and then watching a film…
The King sat and waited with a patience that he seldom enjoyed. Things in the palace were often so frightfully dull and for once there was cause for some excitement.
“Is it done” he asked as Bentwhistle laboured back through the room, the guards following closely behind. It wasn’t every day your sworn enemy met his doom so it was something to be savoured.
“Yes my Lord, he is banished.” Bentwhistle replied bowing ever so slightly and wringing his hands. “He will trouble you no more your majesty.” As much as he was a fool he was also still the King, and if he was to maintain any sway over the kingdom he needed to ensure that he kept his ear and protected his position.
The King’s face brightened measurably. “Oh that is good” he said clapping his hands like a young child. “So very good indeed, he really was quite the trouble maker you know. He did have me worried Bentwhistle, most troubled for sure.”
“He shall trouble you no more my liege, from this day forth he will know only the pain of an existence beyond this plain and for eternity the separation that a traitor deserves.” Bentwhistle smiled as he said this showing off blackened teeth in his dark red mouth. “
“And there’s no way back you say?” The King asked, still somewhat wary of anything that would challenge his throne. “Mother would not be happy if he was to return, you know how she is.”
“He is gone my Lord, there is no return from the Beyond.”
“Oh how excellent, Mother will be most pleased.” He said excitedly, his overly large head wobbling on a neck that seemed to struggle to keep the body and the head connected in anything other than a haphazard fashion.
The King reached for his cup. “A toast” he shouted loudly raising his cup into the air, wine sloshing from it onto the bounty of food laid out before him. The gathered court sat at long tables before him raised their glasses as they stood to their feet.
“To me” the King cried with great excitement and it echoed back.
“To King Luther” the court cried with little excitement over the banishment but considerably more gusto given the wine was now likely to flow all night. They raised their cups to the king and drank deep.
As the gathered dignitaries and officials tucked into the feast before them Bentwhistle backed slowly away from the king and slipped away through a side door behind the dais upon which the throne sat. There were things to be arranged and with everyone otherwise engaged this was the perfect opportunity.