The March On Washington.
Many people in the castle had argued that the Bishop’s eulogy for the Prince was given in haste and under pressure. Amid the shuffling of cards and a quick game of hot potatoes many protested that if Lazarus could be revived so could the Prince of Fools. And so it came to pass, for god so loved the world that he chose neither Alexander the Great nor the King Tutankhamen to lead his people, but verily I say unto you, chose rather to resurrect the Prince. So it is written.
Off in the Desert of Misunderstandings where the caravan of confusion waited out the storm new maps circulated with directions for a new journey. “I thought we were headed for Nasdaq?” asked many a bewildered traveler. Finally True Long a member of the inner circle of the tribal leadership rose up and quieted the crowd.
“I know you have waited here in the desert for weeks now wanting truth and justice in return for your hard earned cash. Now we have but one more journey to make. No more will Nobo the jinn be allowed to haunt the ruins of your dreams. Nor will Slippery the Short be allowed to steal the bread from your mouths. Today we are headed to land of Truth and Justice, the promised land, the bastion of honesty and ah the land of the do gooders. Tomorrow we will set off on our Journey to Washington.”
Peals of laughter went up from the crowd. “Washington? You must be kidding? Is there a place in the whole country where there is more corruption than Washington? The whole place is a bastion of perverts, thieves and liars, Surely you have drunk of some wild potion”
Meanwhile back at the manor young Deniala was beginning as they say to show. Poor Riddle was beside himself with anguish and spent most of his time drinking huge amounts of the waters of forgetfulness and alternately running to the latrine. Deniala’s father was in a rage seeking the truth about her circumstances. Though he berated and even pleaded with almost everyone no one would tell him who might be the father of his pregnant daughter.
The Slovenian Prince was as you might guess happy as a pig in shit. Everything that he had predicted had come to pass. He sat sipping on a glass of fermented mare’s milk and eating a plate of hot links. Bemused about the forlorn circumstances of the Prince and his followers.
