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That night there was the royal wedding and feasting like the kingdom had never seen before. There was musicians and jugglers, singers and bards, and even jesters scampering around. When the King gave the Queen a long passionate kiss there was a stampede for the outhouses., where even some of the most battle hardened soldiers emptied their stomachs. Many of the Ladies of the court wandered back in looking rather pale and ill. None of this was noticed by the King. His eyes were only for the queen.

Now you can imagine that that night the Queen was so drunk that she forget she had a headache. As a matter of fact she was that drunk she did not even realise what was happening. So to her surprise, nine months later a child was born.

Thankfully for the midwives attending the infant took after his father, the King. Had it taken after the Queen they would have happily drowned it. The wet nurse was ready to hang herself rather than look after a thing that resembled the Queen. Fortunately none of this happened.

Time moved on and before you knew it one year had passed since that time down in the cellars. Of course the Queen had totally forgotten about the promise she had made. Her life for the last year consisted eating and sleeping. She had grown so big that there was no room in bed for the King so a second bed was placed near hers.

Many a wife thought that this was a great idea to get a troublesome husband out of their beds. Once out of the marital bed there was suddenly a lack of marital duties performed. This was a period of time the called the dark twin bed ages. Some husbands banded together and invented what they called the ‘King size bed’. This bed was much wider and many husbands reclaimed their marital rights. But this is another story altogether.

Right on time the wizened little man presented himself for his promised reward. All year long he had been waiting for this, to claim what was his due. It had taken weeks for his fingers to heal after that night. Even now there was some scarring still evident.

“I am here for my promised reward,” said the man. “You may present me to the guests as Rumpelstiltskin.” A smile lit up his wrinkled face at the thought of the festivities to come.

As mentioned earlier, she had completely forgotten about her promise. Now suddenly the thought terrified her. What if he was to let on to the King the truth about those nights. Surely the King would be so angry at being deceived that he would torture and kill her. Or even worse, deny her food until she faded away into nothingness.

As all these terrible thoughts ran rampant in her head, suddenly a plan was formulated. Not only was she fat, ugly and lazy but also without the slightest twinge of conscience, and as devious as a sewer rat.

I need not be right by might
Or win by cunning evil
Nor slither or hide under rocks
Or swim the ocean deeply
To run the plains I'll leave to you
Or through the trees swinging
So small that I'll cause you pain
Or that damned infernal itching
All these things and many more
I really have no interest
For me to soar the skies so high
To fly like an eagle
I'd slowly circle all around
And watch the world below me
You would look in amazement up
And wish that you'd be flying

All day the Miller’s daughter was wined and dined and kept in absolute luxury. She only needed to hint at something and it was instantly brought to her. One of the greatest delicacies that could be had was Mountain oysters (sheep balls) and due to their rarity reserved mainly for the King and sometimes his favourites. These she consumed by the dozens. There were bowls of Durian fruit and mangosteen, aronia berries and camu camu berries. In fact she was denied nothing and given everything her heart desired.

Never before had she lived like this. Strange and exotic foods that tempted and pleased her palate. Wines of the finest kinds from all over the known world. By the end of the day for the first time in her life she was almost full.

That night the King took her to a room that was twice the size of the one from the night before. Like before the room was filled with straw. Every nook and cranny had straw in it , there was barely room for the spinning wheel.

Once again she was ordered to turn the straw into gold, or she would die a most horrible death. A death so horrible that she would not be able to imagine it. As like the night before, when the door clanked shut, she collapsed.

Again tears flowed from her eyes as sob after sob shook her body. On and on she cried as before, praying, pleading, and once again she swore that she would change if only someone would help her.

Again, as the night before, the wizened little man arrived. He could not stand to see her so unhappy so out of the goodness of his heart he once again agreed to help her. All she had left was a ring on her little finger. This seemed to please him and she happily handed it over knowing that once again she had cheated death.

Same as the night before he sat himself down at the spinning wheel, , muttered some sort of incantation to himself, cracked his knuckles and started spinning. In went the straw and out came the gold.

Far into the night he worked. Straw after straw he spun into gold whilst in the corner the miller’s daughter slumbered. So deep was her slumber that enormous sounding snores escaped the room and roamed the castle. It was whispered amongst the servants that surely a dragon must reside down near the dungeons.

Finally after many gruelling hours of work he finished. He looked totally exhausted and slowly raised himself from the stool. A quick look around to make sure he had not missed any and he was gone.

When the King entered the room there was no hiding the greed that shone forth from his eyes when he saw all the gold. Surely he must be the richest man in the entire world. When he looked at the miller’s daughter she looked almost ravishing to him.

It was at this point that he decided that he would give her one more room, nay, he would give her the entire cellars to fill with gold. Should she succeed he would make her his Queen. If she failed, then alas, she would die.

By the last light of the day she hurried to the castle. She only just arrived in time, had it been a few minutes later the drawbridge would have been raised. The heavy gates creaked open as she was given entry. For once luck was with her as the King would see only one more supplicant and she was the one. She was shown into the Great Hall of Justice. There the King sat on his throne looking ever so regal.

Immediately she fell to her knees with her head on the ground and started wailing. Tears were streaming down her face making a puddle on the floor. The sobs became louder and louder, echoing throughout the hall.

The King sat there astonished. He was totally flummoxed. Who in the name of all the Gods was this ugly creature. Never in his life had he seen anything like this. Admittedly, he had led a sheltered life, never venturing past the castle walls, but this thing, it was the height of ugliness. Even his pigs seemed pretty in comparison.

“Please your Great and Noble King, our Lord and Master, The most Supreme Ruler, please help me. I have no home and I am starving.” By this time her hunger pangs were most excruciating. She had gone for four hours without food. “I will do anything that you might require. Please give me food, I will do anything.”

The King was getting more and more disgusted with this creature. He was ready to have her thrown over the castle walls. He did not even want her in his dungeons.

“Bah! Unless you can turn straw into gold you are no use to me.” This statement he thought was rather funny. He let out a small laugh. The Ladies of the court laughed. The nobles of the court laughed, the knights laughed and the Jester laughed and capered about.

By now she was so desperate for food that she was willing to say and promise anything. “Your Royal Highness, I can spin you the finest gold out of straw. Anything at all for you my Lord. I will spin any amount you want but I am too weak. If only you give me food your Graciousness I will do it for you.”

“Did you say that you can spin me gold out of straw?’

Suddenly there was instant silence in the Great Hall. The Miller’s daughter was too concerned to notice what was happening, to realise what deadly ground she was treading on.

“Oh yes, your Absolute Greatness. If only you will feed me I will do it for you.”

This was too much for the King. The thought of gold dominated his thinking. He ordered her to be fed with the finest foods available. If she was going to spin gold for him tonight she would need all her strength.

She dined like never before. Plate after plate of delicacies were placed before her. Plate after plate disappeared into her gargantuan body. The amount of food she consumed would have made five strong men flinch, however, she did it without stopping. When she was sated she lounged back and let out a belch so loud it reverberated throughout the castle.

Imaginary Play Sep. 2012

Wake up, wake up; lets go greet the day. The sun is shining and ready to play.
Lets hop on a boat and sail across the sea. When our sails catch the wind Our ship will blow free.

We’ll fight knurly old pirates and win their trunk of gold. They will all walk the plank if they don’t do as there told.

We will spend all our treasure on sweet breads and tea. We will live on the deep waters, just you and me.



Lisa Hegler

These days, I seemed almost always down,
My brow creased with an almost permanent frown,
I had almost given up on my latest story for good,
Wrapped round my warm coat, pulled up the hood,
Headed for the beach,
Maybe, for some inspiration to reach.
The waves were rough, sparse clouds rushing, blowing up a storm,
Wind getting brisker, though it seemed to be pulsating, eerily warm,
I remember feet lazily kicking the sand,
A short distance from the stormy waves crashing on land,
…BANG!
I involuntarily jumped!
…BANG!
Heart thumped….Blood pumped,
My ears rang, my senses surrendered,
Surrounded by the unearthly scream of air being rendered,
Stinging, blinding sand…. Shadows, flying, fleeting,
The sound of…..Flapping….Beating,
An eruption of flame, glowing coal red eye,
Defying the dark cold of the starry night sky.
I was struck dumb, immobile, completely smitten,
For…Exactly as from my imagination I had written,
There…..THERE!…
Sitting on the beast’s back, wand held high in the air,
With starry eyes and floating hair…..
He looked at me….A full on stare,
I gasped!….dreamweaver himself!
He nodded…..A smile crossing his lips, full of care,
Then suddenly, the feeling that the time had come,
To leave this realm and to wakefulness succumb,
Then the mental wrench,
Ozone stench,
My dream,
Does seem,
To die…. A sudden death…
………………..
No… Wait……
The eerily warm pulsating breeze, there, though fading,
A false memory?……..
No…..Realization growing…
A smile….A knowing….
The Remnants of Dragons Breath!

The animal i would choose to be,
Is the animal locked away in me.
A lonesome wolf on desolate plains,
with fur and fang and fearsome tales.

A fighter, for what I find is true,
A thinker, to observe whats new.
My speed is fast to catch my prey,
I hunt at night and sleep by day.

But when it comes to being nice,
Other people are my vice.
for lonesome is my way to be,
and all those humans,
just try to kill me.

A year on........
Once again, the Viking stood by the open window space,
Watching the Valkries ride the clouds against a thunder black sky, locked in a deathly race.
The darkness that is Myrkewood, in the corner lurked, darker black on shadow black,
He reached up, swung shutter shut and covered with heavy cloth curtain sack,
Wolf....Regarded him with worried eyes,
The wind now picking up, beginning to whistle from previous gentle sighs,
Behind Vikings' deep blue eyes, a darkening mood, a darkening colour, as black, as Myrkewood black......
That matched the stormy skies.
He thought of his son, regarded faithful Wolf, the position of himself,
The Sword, Golden Shield, and Silver Battle Axe, that started to rattle on the high wall shelf,
That rattled more and more every time his son came near,
Yes.....All too soon his son would be grown, these battle hardened relics own....
He wiped at an unseen threatening tear,
A slight wetness transferred to the back of his hand,
His mind went back unwillingly to that foreign land,
That is Now and yet.....Another time, another place.
Wolf....Whimpered in sympathy,
The shadow black of Myrkewood now reflected in Vikings' eyes and face,
Wolf's whimper changing too, to a low almost inaudible howl.....
Bared teeth, then.....Full blown growl,
Viking reached out, stroked his head, calm now, both immersed in a pool of empathy.
Both had been.....Both had seen,
And now....So that Odin will not the Viking berate,
He must, as promised educate......
His son....Odin's son, will learn all as Viking will truthfully relate.
He wished he didn't have to.....Not yet....
Not Yet!
But then........On the great Lodge door......
The first gentle knock.....
So....to this chapter.....Another small part in the story, forerunner, to the inevitable epic outcome that is Ragnorok......
An event that will shake Valhalla, Heaven and Earth.......To it's very core!

This man can be so gentle, loving and forgiving. If you're on his side then walk with pride, he'll make your life worth living.

Turn on him and he will grin and slowly start to change, into the bear who doesn't care so then stay out of range.

He will attack from front or back, this is a bear to fear. If you like your life and want no strife I advise you don't go near.

His speed is quick, his fur is slick, he'll attack you when he can. He'll hunt you down and come around, he doesn't need a plan.

Please don't let him catch you, he'll go straight for your neck. He'll put his paws around it and soon have you on the deck.

His claws come out, no time to shout, it's time to shake and shiver. He'll dig claws in and start to grin as he tears out your liver.

He can attack from front or back so always look around, because you may not see or hear him until you hit the ground.

So all I'll say is if you're in his way then be careful to think twice. Beware the bear that doesn't care and be with the man that's nice.