“By the gods above, I SWEAR to have my revenge!” With these words, Sir Albert, leapt from the table and pulled his sword. His companions exchanged uneasy glances; they were unsure of their chances of success. The Queen’s men had privately warned Sir Albert not to force her hand – at least, not yet. But all of that was now beside the point – the die was cast.
Murmurs of shock and disapproval could be heard from every corner of the banquet hall. All eyes turned to the table where the royal entourage surrounded their Queen. How would she respond? While it felt like an eternity, in fact it took only a moment – Queen Matilda raised one eyebrow, and as one, the guards stepped forward preparing to EJECT Sir Albert. But no sooner had they stepped away, than the good knight and his companions drew swords and like oil on a fire, a chaotic MELEE broke out.
The Queen maintaining an astonishing level of sangfroid, stood up and walked out, shielded by her faithful guards.
In the meantime, Sir Albert signaled to one of his men who made his way to the opening with a LEDGE wide enough for him to stand on. Blowing a horn in a prearranged signal, what at first looked like a bit of bravado was now revealed as a plan to take the castle by force.
Where had Queen Matilda gone? Would her army hold? And had Sir Albert correctly calculated the amount of force needed to succeed? He and his men would pay dearly otherwise.
Georg’ann
We went to get the results
routed through ortho
no direct admit to a SPINE specialist
she holds the image in her hand but tells us nothing
His back like the contorted hazelnut
that withered in the garden outside the temple
where he passes his days
More than a TRACE of anger
at a system in which what is clear to the eye goes unseen
years of pain dismissed
parts are not connected
each piece treated in isolation
extending into years
no concern for correlation
between the complaints
Having traveled the GLOBE
this is the where he finds ease
in music, basketball, poetry, birds, a rock garden.
My own restless spirit challenged
a test of my ideals, right there
beyond the window LEDGE
across the flagstone path
sits a daily meditation.
Heather