A long time ago, in an Abbey far, far away….
A noble Prince and Princess took their retinue and set out on their travels from the North Lands to their seat on their beloved Dragon Isles. Their journey was long and arduous, and oft made on the wrong side of the bridleway amid much shouting and rancour. They did eventually pause, seeking succour in the Abbaye de Marche-les-Dames, to rest their horses and to recover their capacities before continuing their journey home.
They were met with the most wonderful generosity and warmth by their hosts in the Shire of Trivium. The Abbaye de Marche-les-Dames showing signs of great age, was still a most impressive and beautiful building. A very fitting place to take Royal refuge.
The warm hospitality of the people of Trivium was enjoyed in full measure by the whole retinue. A certain Princess, was encouraged to indulge in a wine ‘tasting’ come the evening. The Ladies of the Rose being of great service to the Princess, did proceed to get her totally Hammered and ne’er a one did retire to bed until the birds were loud in their morning voice.
The Prince being a more elderly sort, had himself retired to bed at a reasonable 2am, His inner Kilmister being vastly ashamed. The Prince was therefore up quite early to take his morning constitutional. A steady stroll around the grounds and gardens in the warm morning sun, with only birdsong for company. The peace and tranquillity was intoxicating.
The good Prince had walked a half a mile or so when the Abbey bells started to ring...
Dissonant, Random, Continuous bells. They were loud, even from that great distance. Any tune they once played, any harmony they once possessed, long since lost to the mists of time. The cracks and fault-lines in the bell castings giving great distortion to the tones. The bass notes were remarkably impressive, they could be felt deep within the soul rather than just simply heard.
Seeing this as a good sign that the kitchen staff ought now be busy warming their pans; The prince set off back to the Abbey on the hunt for bacon.
Upon arriving back at they Royal Suite some twenty minutes hence, with the bells still in their full dissonant flow; the Prince discovered that the bell tower was in fact, right outside the Royal Dormitory window. The open window that wouldn't close. The Prince was amused to find the royal retinue with their heads under pillows crying a muffled “Noooo...” and a Princess looking slightly less than regal, with mad orange hair. A vision in Moomin Jammies standing in the ancient doorway, one hand holding onto her head, the other pointing an accusing finger at him. The vision ranting “Make it Stop!, Make it Stop!”, “You did this to me...!”
Not having a head full of angry demons, The Prince looked smugly amused.
The bells rang for a full hour, The Prince was Very much entertained.
There was no bacon.
Based on true events.
Names have been omitted to protect the guilty.
You know who you are!
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