Castle News

13-10-2009

The day was wet and raining, dousing everything but, the colours of the castle gardens. They appeared more intense than usual. The fragrance of the Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow blended beautifully with the jasmine and roses, Lady Cheryl's favourite plants.

Our Lady found it extremely difficult to tear herself away from the bay windows, where she could observe the antics of the birds and look into the castle mote.

She needed to assure herself that the crab had not returned. It really was most vexing, and had caused much trouble over the years. Every year they managed to catch it and return it to the river. You could put a wager on it that it would be back the following year. Our Lady feared for Sir Trevor bathing with the crab in the water, in case it nipped some bodily part of his with its strong nippers. So cheeky was this crab it had once been discovered in the entrance hall, clapping its nippers at Sorrocco, Lady Cheryl's pet cat, who had bristled with outraged, but was not prepared to tackle this strange creature.

Later in the day our Lady received a visit from Lady Anne. They had once been very close and dear friends. They shared many a trial and tribulation together. Of course, if one was completely honest, there were also times of great hilarity and naughtiness, for they were both wont to flirt outrageously, and had had quite a following of young bucks vying for their attention. The table in the hall was always filled with calling cards from the young men, hoping they might be invited back to call on one or the other of the Ladies.

Needless to say an end was put to all of that, and the bucks put to flight, after our Lady met Sir Trevor. She knew that non other than he could still he fire in her breasts. He was her one true love. He was at that time a minstrel of great talent, who sing a merry ditty or two whilst strumming his lute. He would always keep her entertained and send shivers down her spine. Oft it was that she yearned for him to sing again.