Ceara's Story
A new telling (with a few twists) of some old stories
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Part Two….The Asian Prince
He was handsome as princes are expected to be and the ladies of the court simpered and fluttered their fans whenever he was around but Jang Lee Hwan did not fit the usual expectation of what a prince was suppose to do. He hated life within the palace walls with all of the rules and protocols. The retainers shook their heads in frustration with every rule that he ignored. Servants were allowed to speak freely in his presence and he was known to drink and play Go with his palace guards. Lee Hwan was known to play jokes on those in the palace and would often hide from his palace instructors sending servants scurrying about the large palace complex calling out his name. Still he was bored with his life. Something was missing. Where was the adventure that he could only read about in the books of the palace library?
.Then one day a sorcerer came from the west and was invited to stay at the palace for a few days. The Prince spent much of his days watching as the sorcerer performed magic, brewed potions and asked question after question of the man. He heard tales of the many lands that the wizard had visited and tales of strange creatures that had been encountered. At night the Prince had dreams filled with the wonders that he had heard about and when he woke the next morning it was with the determination that he would seek out some of these for himself, if only he could escape the palace.
Lee Hwan began to make plans and while visiting the local market with his guards he spotted the wizard entertaining a large crowd in the market center. Spotting them, the wizard, with a wink at Lee Kwan, involved several of the guards in one of his routines and while the others were distracted by this Lee Hwan took the opportunity to slip away. On the outskirts of the market he quickly purchased a few supplies and then eagerly set off to see what the world had to show.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Merric
Merric filed what he had
seen in the back of his mind. One day he might have need of this information
but for now he was going to check out the castles mouse population and headed
in the direction of the kitchen.
The kitchen had been a
scene of frantic activity early in the evening when he had looked in but now
all way quiet. The kitchen cat and the char boy lay sleeping beside the
fireplace. Most of the food from the banquet had been eaten and what had not
been eaten had been cleared away. Merric
went to explore the larder for where there was food; mice could not be far
away.
A large cheese wheel sat
on the cooling shelf but something else caught his eye. In the corner was a
mousetrap and in the trap was a piece of cheese. Staring at the cheese and
muttering to himself was a mouse.
“Ah the wonders of cheese! And sprung cheese
is by far the best.”
And with a flick of his paws the trap snapped and the
cheese flew across the room…landing right at Merric’s feet.
“What do we have here? A thief in the Royal Pantry?”
and with a small squeak the little mouse began to race across the kitchen floor
with Merric close behind him
And then with a pounce Merric snatched up the little
mouse,
and with a quick toss the little mouse was in his mouth only Merric’s jaws were being held apart and try as he might he could not close them.
“Spare me Sir Cat, as I am the only support for my
three blind uncles and if you do I will give you a meal unlike any that you have
had before and I will tell you wonderful tales of adventure while you
dine.”
Friday, June 29, 2012
Tournament
Tournament after tournament took place and with each event the King became more frustrated as his daughter continued to show no interest. "All day long the people of my kingdom are enjoying themselves and yet I can not bring a smile to the lips of my own child. The Queen and I have given her everything that a princess could want but still she is not content."
“Last year we were able to find a bride for our son with little problem at all” exclaimed the Queen, “a lovely girl even if she does complain of the bumps in her mattress.” Ceara promised the King and Queen that she would have an answer for them the next morning.
That evening while the Court and all the visitors reveled in the Great Hall, Ceara sat in her room gazing into a crystal ball. There she saw the image of a young man hurrying toward the castle. In his arms he held a goose and clinging to his jacket was an old woman, running to keep up with him. Clinging to the old woman's apron was a tailor and to him clung a scullery maid and so on, as a human chain made its way to the castle... Ceara put the crystal ball away and returned to the castle's great hall to watch the evening's entertainment, secure in the knowledge that by morning all would be well with the young princess. The vision within Merlin's crystal clearly showed a visitor approaching the castle who would present a sight that even the Princess could not resist. Ceara also knew that the presentation of the Goose Who Laid the Golden Egg to the King would insure prosperity and a place at court for the young man.
The King had spared no expense in presenting entertainment for his guest. There was a great feast followed by a display of fireworks presented by a traveler from the Far East, musicians from the south performed while a dancer twirled about and a famed opera singer sang an aria.
Even Rufus got into the act.
“Last year we were able to find a bride for our son with little problem at all” exclaimed the Queen, “a lovely girl even if she does complain of the bumps in her mattress.” Ceara promised the King and Queen that she would have an answer for them the next morning.
That evening while the Court and all the visitors reveled in the Great Hall, Ceara sat in her room gazing into a crystal ball. There she saw the image of a young man hurrying toward the castle. In his arms he held a goose and clinging to his jacket was an old woman, running to keep up with him. Clinging to the old woman's apron was a tailor and to him clung a scullery maid and so on, as a human chain made its way to the castle... Ceara put the crystal ball away and returned to the castle's great hall to watch the evening's entertainment, secure in the knowledge that by morning all would be well with the young princess. The vision within Merlin's crystal clearly showed a visitor approaching the castle who would present a sight that even the Princess could not resist. Ceara also knew that the presentation of the Goose Who Laid the Golden Egg to the King would insure prosperity and a place at court for the young man.
The King had spared no expense in presenting entertainment for his guest. There was a great feast followed by a display of fireworks presented by a traveler from the Far East, musicians from the south performed while a dancer twirled about and a famed opera singer sang an aria.
Merric, meanwhile, had gone down to the depths of the castle, searching for adventure in that curious manner of cats. As he approached the bottom of the stone steps he could hear the scurrying sound of little feet and he quietly crept toward the doorway. As he drew nearer the sound became clearer. It sounded like the rattling of bare tree branches in the wind. A light glowed from the end of the long tunnel like hallway. Merric crept closer and closer until at last he stood before an open doorway. There is the light cast by a single candle he saw a strange cloaked figure and heard a strange chanting sound. Merric, the cat of a wizard, recognized the chanting of a spell.
Suddenly from the dark recesses of the room came the sound that had drawn Merric here and from the darkness came a strange and frightening sight. The sound of rattling bones was heard as skeletons rose from the dungeon floors and began to move about the room. The chanting stopped and the bones crumbled back to the floor. “Soon” said the wizard as he turned to the doorway.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Travelers
”I am invited to all of the great tournaments and my balancing act is
surpassed by none. I have just returned from walking atop the Great Wall of China . With such an
accomplishment I have no fear of the measly wall about this castle!” boasted
the Wonderful Humpty Dumpty.
Soon the towers of the castle could be seen. Banners waved in the bright
sunlight and the crowds grew larger as merchants lined the roadway, hawking
their ware. The travelers began to find spots to set up their tents and to
prepare for the coming tournament. Ceara and her friends continued on to the
castle gates.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Rufus & Gingerbread Boy
As Rufus
stretched he caught sight of what appeared to be a small, brown boy running
along the road. Behind him ran a rag-taggle group of people and animals led by a
little old woman and a
little old man. The young boy called out
as he ran, “Run, run, fast as you can. You can’t catch me for I’m the
Gingerbread Man!” Suddenly he stopped at the water’s edge looking for a means
to cross to the other side.
“Climb on my back.” Said Rufus, “and I will swim to the other side.” Glancing back to where the crowd could be seen running toward him the Gingerbread Man turn to Rufus. "Promise to get me safely to the other side?” and he climbed upon the back of the small fox. Rufus quickly slid into the water and began to swim toward the opposite shore
“Climb on my back.” Said Rufus, “and I will swim to the other side.” Glancing back to where the crowd could be seen running toward him the Gingerbread Man turn to Rufus. "Promise to get me safely to the other side?” and he climbed upon the back of the small fox. Rufus quickly slid into the water and began to swim toward the opposite shore
“ The water is quite deep
here. I fear that I might get wet!” said the little man.
"Can you stand on my
head, Gingerbread Man, or you will get wet." So the gingerbread man pulled
himself up and stood on the fox's head.
The current became
stronger and once more the little man cried out in fear, “The water is lapping
at my feet!”
"Can you move on to
my nose, Gingerbread Man, so that I can carry you more safely? I would not like
you to drown."
The gingerbread man
hesitated. “You won’t eat me, will you?”
“Of course not, I am a
fox of my word and I will see you safely to the other side.” And with that the
gingerbread man slid onto Rufus’s nose and they continued to the other shore.
The little man climbed down and said, “I will owe you a favor and hope to repay
it one day.” He turned, scampering away and calling back, “run, run, fast as
you can! You can’t catch me , I’m the gingerbread man!”
Meanwhile Ceara was comforting the old man and the
old woman over the loss of the fine gingerbread man that they had planned to
take to the nearby castle as a gift for the Princess. The King had offered the
hand of his daughter in marriage to the person who could make her laugh and the
couple had hoped that their gift would insure that their son would win her
hand.
Ceara decided to join
them as visit the castle to watch the festivities. Along the way they encountered many others
heading toward the castle. Some were knights in armor, others were entertainers
of various sorts and Ceara delighted in listening to their tales of adventure
as the journey toward the castle continued.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Frog Prince
Ceara,
Merric and Rufus quickly descended the stairway and as they stepped outside the
door closed behind them without a trace. When they were once again on the
path, Ceara turned to look back at the tower and could see the young prince
making his way slowly up the side of the tower as a smiling, golden haired
maiden looked down at him.
The trio resumed their
journey through the lush green valley. Flowers bloomed while butterflies
fluttered about and birds sang from the trees or soared above in the bright
blue sky. They soon reached a small wooded glade near a waterfall and stopped
for a rest. Rufus curled up for a nap
and Ceara sat back to enjoy the beauty that was all round them Merric went off to explore the
nearby stream. He sat at the edge of the water and watched as fish swam lazily
about in the clear water. Looking out
across the pond, he thought that he spied a frog wearing a crown but knew that
could not be so he stretched out further for a better look.
Rufus mumbled in his
sleep and Ceara smiled as she wondered about the dreams that ran through his
mind. Suddenly Ceara heard a loud splash
and saw Merric tumble into the pond. With a quick snap of her fingers, she had
him back up on the bank looking only a little the worse for his misadventure. “I think that you need to
sit over here in the sunshine and dry off before we continue our journey.”
Merric shook himself, sending water flying about and waking up Rufus. On a
nearby lily pad, a frog wearing a small, golden crown jumped away.
Rufus the Red
"The
name is Rufus the Red and I am grandson of the great explorer Reynard. I am
sure that you have heard of him." And Rufus continued to chatter on about
the amazing adventures of his grandpere. "Why once he even journeyed to the Dark Continent and met a man who lived in the
trees among great hairy creatures and grandpere said that it was difficult to
tell him from the creatures....
The miles went by quickly as Ceara listened to his tales while Merric, with a bored glance back at them, scampered ahead on the trail.
"and his call would send shivers down your spine."
" And once he battled a great monster that lived in a loch...a monster so fierce that none could defeat him."
The miles went by quickly as Ceara listened to his tales while Merric, with a bored glance back at them, scampered ahead on the trail.
"and his call would send shivers down your spine."
" And once he battled a great monster that lived in a loch...a monster so fierce that none could defeat him."
"Stories
to tell my own grandchildren one day, that is what I am after." Rounding a
bend, Ceara suddenly stopped and Rufus ran into her. Picking himself up off the
ground he peered round her to see why she had stopped and there standing in the
middle of nowhere was a tall tower. Singing could be heard coming from within
the tower.
"Hello"
Ceara called and the face of a young maiden appeared at the tower window.
"Company!
Oh how wonderful. Do come in for a spot of tea." and with that a
stone panel moved and a passage way with stairs was revealed. Over tea and
crumpets the maiden, Rapunzel by name, told how she came to be in the
tower." My guardian wished for me to marry the king of a far off land but
my heart was given to the prince next door and when I refused I was sent here
until I changed my mind."
The
story was interrupted by the sound of a voice calling from below the window.
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair." And with a smile
Rapunzel raced over to a chest near the window and pulled out a long rope which
appeared to be made from golden hair. She quickly attached it to a ring on the
stone wall and then to the small coronet on the back of her head. With a smile
she turned back to Ceara and her friends. "He does not know about the
stairway and this makes him feel so brave." and she tossed the end of the
rope out the window.
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