There have been many versions of this story.
This is the true one.
Would I lie to you?
The kingdom of Nie was known for three things: its
prosperity, its shoes and its 12 beautiful princesses.
Yes. You heard right.
12.
Where did they get 12 princesses?
Seriously? Ummm . . . this isn’t that kind of a story.
Moving on . . .
Now the girls’ mother had passed away a number of
years before, when the youngest was a mere baby. So their father (the king),
with the help of several loyal servants, had raised those girls with all the
love in his heart—which was a lot—and they had grown into sweet, true girls who
loved him very much in return.
All was well.
Until the king remarried.
And the shoes started wearing out.
I may be getting ahead of myself.
Sooo, yeah, the king remarried. He had been alone
(apart from the aforementioned hundreds of servants in the castle) for a very,
very long time and his daughters were overjoyed that he would finally have a
companion and friend.
Sadly, as happens occasionally, the unspeakably
beautiful woman, Demona, had never heard of the word ‘companion’ and thought
‘friend’ was just ‘fiend’ spelled wrong.
Her only goal in saying “I do!” was securing the fat
kingdom of Nie for herself.
Almost immediately after the nuptials were completed,
her dastardly plan went into effect.
The idea was fairly simple. Drastically distance herself
from the man she had just sworn to love and cherish, and bespell all of her
demon ‘fiends’ (See? That word.) to attack the kingdom and do away with said
man and anyone remotely related to him.
I sure there was much gleeful hand rubbing and
chortling going on in the queen’s quarters on that first night as she
anticipated the outcome of a night of demon terror. Which she, incidentally,
did not have to witness. Because...bespelled demons.
Pretty slick plan, right?
The only drawback was the fact that, with all her
careful preparation, she forgot that she was living with a houseful of
spirited, curious (and sneaky) young women.
At least one of whom overheard Demona’s demonic plans.
And immediately told her sisters.
Who then plotted to…erm…out-demon the demons.
When the queen arose the next morning, instead of
sobbing, or better yet—silence—she was met by the usual, cheerful sounds of
‘a-palace-having-a-very-normal-day-thank-you-very-much’.
Speechless with surprise and, increasingly, with fury,
the queen ran through the castle, taking note of the people who hadn’t disappeared.
Most noticeably the king and his wretched daughters.
What in the name of all that’s evil had gone wrong?
When she came upon the aforementioned KAHWD (see above), not only were they
cheerful and smiling, they were happily discussing shoes.
SHOES?!
Most notably the fact that 12 pairs of new and
pristine had inexplicably and overnight, turned into 12 pairs of old and
distinctly worn out.
The emergency cobbler was being called in.
As Gerrold, the young man with the hammer, arrived,
the queen decided she had somewhere else to be and brushed rudely past him in
the doorway.
Some people… Am I right?
Pleasantries were exchanged, feet were measured, new
shoes ordered and the Gerrold gathered up his paraphernalia and left.
But not before he and the youngest daughter, Sofia noticed each other.
Later that day, the new shoes were delivered. Just in
time for the girls to try them on just as they were getting ready for bed.
That Gerrold. He’s good.
Darkness settled over the kingdom and again, Queen
Demona lay awake, her eyes gleaming strangely as she anticipated her elevated
status the following morning.
I probably don’t have to tell you that the next day
was practically a carbon-copy of the last. With a progressively angrier queen
hurrying through the castle, intent on finding people dead who had the temerity
to be very much alive.
And again discussing shoes.
This time, she didn’t wait for the cobbler to arrive
(missing the significant looks he and Sofia were now giving each other), but
flung herself out the front door of the castle and onto the first horse that
could be saddled and brought up from the stable.
Then she and her mount disappeared down the dusty road
into the woods.
Later that day and in a far better mood, she returned
and climbed up to her rooms where the hand-rubbing and glee re-commenced.
Again, Gerrold brought new shoes to replace the
less-new shoes just as the girls were preparing for bed.
Again, the kingdom settled in.
But the next morning, Queen Demona was once more
speechless with surprise and rage when the day dawned clear and bright . . .
and sorrow-less.
She was for sure going to have to, at the very least,
get new demons.
This time, when Queen Demona stopped in the doorway,
something in the conversation the 12 princesses were having with their father
made her pause.
Again the discussion revolved around worn-out shoes.
Again, Gerrold was summoned. But this time, Queen Demona noticed that, during
the ensuing conversation, most of the princesses (except Sofia, who really only
had eyes for the cobbler), kept looking at her when they thought she didn’t
notice.
Something was definitely up.
She picked up one of the worn-out shoes and examined
it. Huh. Either the materials and/or workmanship were shoddy, or someone had
been dancing in this shoe for hours.
Hmmm . . .
Dropping the shoe, she turned and left.
Followed shortly thereafter by all 12 of the princesses.
Sofia was the last to leave, casting one last tender
look at the cobbler as she disappeared through the doorway.
The king…noticed.
Now say what you will about the low-li-ness of a
cobbler compared with the high-li-ness of…say…a king and you’ll have to agree
they’re pretty much on either end of the ‘li-ness’ scale.
But this king liked the cobbler. Liked that he was a
hard worker. And liked how he treated his girls and Sofia in particular.
He called Garrold over and the two men had a
discussion that revolved through the subjects of daughters and shoes and
focused in on
just-what-the-heck-is-going-on-and-why-are-the-shoes-wearing-out-so-fast?
You’ll agree, rather hefty topics.
It was decided that Gerrold would hang about the
castle once he delivered today’s shoes, and follow the princesses and maybe get
to the sole of things.
That’s just a little pun.
Ahem…
Something he was only too eager to do.
Stay Tuned tomorrow for the conclusion!
A cliff-hanger! I can hardly wait for tomorrow to learn what happens.
ReplyDeleteOhh, a real fairy tale. I hope for a happy ending tomorrow. You write so well!
ReplyDeleteYou know I always love your . . . unique . . . take on fables. Can't wait to see what happens next.
ReplyDeleteNow, this a fractured, tongue and cheek, fairy tale! On to part 2!
ReplyDeleteHaving read the story years ago, i can guess the ending, but not your ending!
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