…and so the king made himself comfortable and ready to receive the young princess from the east.
It happened that a certain man named Snave was the royal master of ceremonies and it was at these times that his unwavering services were most needed.
His work precisely was to make joyous the hearts and minds of the nobles and the privileged invitees.
Oh no! This time it had caught him off-guard for he was suffering from pulses of depression that needed no festivities nor heeded not sound advice.
He was done due to a lady called Marie; who had refused his advances to sire kids with her.
The princess arrived at his hour of great despair.
Snave wasn’t figuratively in his element but nonetheless, he went on to make the guests merry.
He garnered his courage through a quick fling with the palaces’s harlot of the Dorp on his way to the festivities and this lifted his spirits to make the nobles merry.
Which he did.
He was composed that he had done his duty according to plan and therefore his soul he left to oscillate away in the abode of calm.
It was until the king came to him that he began descending his realm.
‘You weren’t good enough!,’ the king retorted
‘I don’t have faith in those words, Your majesty; the guests were merry. Are you sure?’ he challenged
‘You weren’t good enough today,’ the King repeated, ‘because because, he stammered,’ she didn’t kiss me’
‘Sorry your majesty but I beg to be left in my abode of tranquillity’,
A few days later
The king couldn’t stand the last part of the Snavian sentence.
He became more incensed and hurriedly rode his way back to the palace.
Two days later, the king sent for Snave, who until then had not set foot on the palace grounds.
Immediately he appeared before the throne it was made clear to him through a loud address that he had been replaced.
‘No more Snave!’
‘No more Snave!’, chanted the induced ignorants as Snave eerily headed to the gallows.
22nd November 2006.