When You Dont Want to Have Known It

Someone set him a place at the table however undeserved for coming back later. The king did not seem hungry at all brushing away the servers with just a wave of his hand. How I wished at that time that he might have been comforted in any there for what he had gathered through time and the weather. It was not up to me though any more than it had been left up to the flea. Some decisions just are not to be made then you see. Certainly once made there is no coming back is there from sin and also yourself. Least that is what Reverend would have said there I guess. He certainly preached it often enough as he pounded on the pulpit with his big thick horn-rimmed glasses. Whether for special effects these were added or whether the Reverend legitimately was unable to see is anyones guess there of course by personal effects or by popular choice. When it came down to the pub he could see there just fine between the number of glasses on the table and whatever was poured. Not that he had a drinking problem of course, oh no, for that would be silly and far be it from me to take away the own personal choice especially when it affected the business like this. As long as he was a regular coming by on the fly, that meant the pub was no place to question his habits or the choices he made. As also after what had just happened, the king found himself sitting down at a table with glee. Perhaps not with glee though now just maybe. His heart was heavy enough it seemed or just he was keeping it all to himself. Regardless, there was no one to inform him what all had just happened. That was when the king had taken to holding his court from his place in our home. To think that he was despised and misused, well nothing would have given you that conclusion so far then to date. Except for the fact of the kings close brush with the flea. Safe to say though when he came back were not nothing the same. The tavern owner began to feel pity for him of course which had not happened before from a matter of sorts. Then of course were the messengers and those from his kingdom coming and going at all sorts of odd times and nice hours. Safe to say from the reports that reached us so far the king was keeping tight control of everything from under control of his thumb. That is to say no sooner than a report had reached him than he either filed away the information for use at a date much later or else he had something to do with whatever happened next that much for sure. After awhile it began to grow addictive and somewhat predictable with much the same times and repetitive motions. To say that nothing new had then happened aside from the last big day that we saw was an understatement to say, really, it happened. It was not a bad life there then not then at first except if you were an enemy or a mattter of choice. Most of the people went home and went straight then to bed though reports of his popularity were surging around through the land. Pretty much anything he did was hailed with applause and small wonder really for even it was rumored that this king had obtained the ear of the Lord. Soon though, most everyone had forgotten the affair with the flea especially once he began to be friendly with an innkeep or three. It was business as usual and the kingdom was thriving except for the service where things had begun to grow wrong. Some of the ministers people were barely there and some were just limping along. That was metaphorically speaking cause in all reality what and all with the prohbilition clearly not much had happened with them not really. It did not seem right at least then not quite for the strange things that were happening. Down at the tavern not so much maybe but everywhere else were the things that kept happening. It was a vague unsettling feeling that drove most of the more religiously minded straight back to prayer. The Reverands wife among them was one of the ones that joined in on the regular. Then the waitress started having fainting episodes even after one such of his dalliances with her that the tavern owner allowed to keep happening.inally the innkeep that dwelt in the room at the head of the stairs came down in a huff dressed all in morning and stuff. She claimed a sudden widowhood overnight that had happened, for the life of one of her sons and that evil might not have taken him around in the land. Well, whether it was her son or not was in contention since all of us knew that she had been drinking. Perhaps it was not the tale that was strange but the ministers reaction thereof very much rather. Immediately upon hearing this tale he had looked up from his corner and begun a good twitching. Just at once when we thought he would shake all apart he began to chant in undescernable tongues that were garbled and muted much rather and made not much sense to the listeners. A few of his parishoners were around in the crowd and had happened to hear what he had to say. That was how we suddenly found ourselves with a substitute preacher down at the meeting house and as much as I did not get out I knew I just had to.