When Seemingly Terribly Is Not Right Up Ahead

Once enraged the king had sprang up from the table with the clink of gold coins that were falling down after. Suffice to say nothing could have explained it of course with the rush of the breeze and the patter of feet on the stone being the only sounds that were heard. With that the chase was on through the tavern and halls with a pausing to rest occasionally there on the walls. The king sure was determined I guess to get whatever was making its nest. No sooner though did he swat at one on the table than another flew past round his head. Sometimes these even seemed to be growing in size from a barely could see it to a shadow of what I thought was unwise. With a land on the table the plates and the glasses once laid there with care suddenly were flown up in the air. That was when the king had found himself tossed out on his ear especially as a dark looming shadow had sprang up on the innkeep behind her. The king had gone to bed that night so I heard with some terrible aches and also some pains. The next morning he woke up we found the kings face forever was changed. It was a kings job to watch over his people and also protect them from danger. Though for my part I did not quite see the harm that could be contained in a flea. Safe to say the king had called all his men and arranged a large council in any way then. Apparently this sort of business was not the thing that could go on. How exactly he planned to regulate the flea content down at the tavern what with all the unwashen bodies and just the right amount of soap was something that did not seem fair quite to me. Some of these men were hardworking with flocks near their homes. Having made these general changes about the publics hygiene and practice appearances the king had an abundance of crockery and one disgruntled innkeep landlady. With that being said, even tucked safe into bed, nothing was there to stop the king from encountering fleas even there. At this point, the king upon issuing forth from his home, that is the place he had stayed at least for that day, found upon him the shadow of a flea that had grown. At this point, he just about had a fit falling on down and calling in sick. At least that is what I would like to think about for a bit that is if the rumors down at the tavern were to be believed in the least. Which as far as options, I scarcely left my home there you see, cause it was hard work for even there me. At least in the tavern there was plenty of feasting and drinking and lots of good things around for the eating.

The king though had assembled a crew the very next day, saddled up their horses, and arranged all the men. After doing this, he went hunting up in the mountains all for the sake of finding this flea. It was always just ahead, taunting him there that you see. Just a bit out of reach, always falling behind out of sight just to rest for a bit. Maybe there was multiple it seemed there to me, or perhaps the king had just not the slightest bit of luck to be riding on horses that had arranged then for these. Regardless, it was an awful lot of work on the kings part just to be chasing him all the way there though of course the flea was in trouble and had put in a good sort of work. The king though judging from the tales that then reached the town, had proceeded to pull out his gun and aim continuously a long stream at the flea. Apparently, whether or not kings could have guns in these times was as beside the point as whether one should that was mad. Suffice to say, had the flea ever chanced to answer the king as to why he had ever thus crossed his lands, the answer would simply have been at the command then of him. Him that is to say the operative word had a very big sword. Probably bigger still than this mad king with a gun who also was ready to turn tail then and run. Had the LORD then been asking the king what meanest these then the king would have asked naught for himself but for his own people besides that these too might have thrived. Somehow in the thrill and the chase of the ride, the king had unknowingly stumbled across some stray of those Edomite lands. Not a reply had his councilors gave. Better had they remembered before Abraham once was I AM as it says in the good book and also in the blessed the ever so precious were they - the words of our LORD. Still though the king ought to have wondered as to whether such thing are then kosher prior to what was him trading himself for his soul and whatever rather ought to have happened.

About the time that the king was out riding, we were sitting back at the bar all around. Some of us really were drinking not saying whatever were thinking. It had been this way ever since even given how that the king was out shooting. I mean, those at the bar felt bad there at first, having been informed by a servant sneaking in from his chores. Safe to say life at the palace was not all just a horrible bore with long hard tiring days and not a moment in sight for relief. Whoever had this notion was wrong though of course, having never met a courtier whether by wealth, station, or perhaps a personal choice. Seems we almost should have been having a reason besides just a pausing to listen. Such minding others business is about a terrible habit as it truly could be. Try telling that to a roomful of people with servers, and busboys, and whatever would be considered perhaps but a waitress. Then all at once a lad came a-running down the steps nearby that had led to the inn. He was coughing and covered in dust still yet in shock. Those standing by had helped into a chair and even fetched a little water into the pail near by to there. He could have gone home surely or else could have changed. They were just standing around near to this man giving him water and putting his head. In fact, they had just gotten him to open up slowly when the door burst open and what follows honestly is just what was said. The next figure to walk through the door was all covered in smoke and soot as though blackened from what had befell in a furnace. Apparently the crops had all burnt up in the neighboring Edomite fields. What to the reapers this would have been a horrible chore. Except that there were not any others coming soon through that door. Finally at the last we had gotten this man watered, fed, and somewhat patched up. The waitress stood nearby as though wanting to help. Finally, after a long silence there with these men, another had stood up unnoticed from the fields near the door with clothing all stained and some blood that was strange. He had not been noticed surely what and all for the of commotion and also for the fact of his bleeding. At this point, the waitress jumped in then to help with her good looks not doing much in the way then at first save for her hair getting in the way of patching the man up more or less. Apparently during the planting and going to market it was that he had gotten these wounds. We had all sat there in the folding of hands and bowing of heads. When the king finally returned we said not a word. It was not that we did not want to just that there was naught left to say.