Post by Ricard Pendergast on Dec 12, 2005 10:17:09 GMT -5
It had seemed that preparing for this event took longer than Ricard had planned on. Not only did he pass his original date to hold the Feast, but the entertainment had not arrived when it was supposed to! He had paid them good money and where were those bumbling preformers? Two days away from the city; he had given them ample time in advance to out on the long journey over the mountains...but it seemed that those that were in that business were always late. Well; their act had better redeem them in his eyes or else they would not be hired again.
So food was left uncooked and decorations had been left halfway put up. But Ricard wouldn't stand for this after a day of waiting. He had made a promise and with Ricard; a promise is a promise. He had given his word and woe on him that he should be the first to break it. So he had gotten everyone in the Castle that he could find to continue with the preparations; jesters or no jesters. So everyone from guards, cooks, servants, pages, wall guards, and even nobles were put to work.
The nobles were tasked with sending out the letters to the people of the land. These letters where in a red envelop and on the outside of the envelop was golden lettering. Not paint; but gold, enough that it would be able to make the poorest of men rich for a day. And the letter that was stored with said the following,
As the nobles set about delivering the letters to all the people of the realm, the cooks busied themselves with tending the roaring fires; preparing the finest meats and dishes the Castle had ever been privy to serve. Servants set about clearing the floor to make way for the large tables and it within an hour that 8 long tables had been set up. Hopefully that would be enough for those that decided to show. Once the tables were set, the doors that led to the Kitchens burst open and soon a myriad of chefs and cooks came bustling out; carrying numerous platters laden with food.
Roasted duck, chicken, and geese were among the first to come out; their steaming bodies giving off a scent to make any one desire them. Then came the greens from all the farmers that supplied the King's halls; enough to satisfy any that should desire them, though the King himself was not exactly particular to them. And lastly, came the barrels of mead, beer, and wine; followed by the center piece of tonight's dinner. It was a wild boar, with the largest tusks that Ricard had ever seen in all his life. It actually let tears streak his eyes; a past memory being brought back, but he did not linger on it for long; there were subjects to care for.
After a day of work and preparation; the feast was finally ready. And what pleased Ricard the most was that the troupe of entertainers had finally arrived! The leader had told of how they had been waylaid in the Forest, but later one of the bear tamers told him that the leader was too drunk to organize the troupe. But with the troupe starting to set up; the time had come.
Ricard himself walked toward the giant, oaken doors that would allow any to enter the hall; past the ranks of honor guards that stood at ready for show or to assist the guests should they need it. In his silver and black robes with just a hint of purple tracing, Ricard adjust the golden circlet on his head just once before heaving open the doors and as he did so; the music struck up a tune fit for the halls of any ruler.
Let the Dance begin.
So food was left uncooked and decorations had been left halfway put up. But Ricard wouldn't stand for this after a day of waiting. He had made a promise and with Ricard; a promise is a promise. He had given his word and woe on him that he should be the first to break it. So he had gotten everyone in the Castle that he could find to continue with the preparations; jesters or no jesters. So everyone from guards, cooks, servants, pages, wall guards, and even nobles were put to work.
The nobles were tasked with sending out the letters to the people of the land. These letters where in a red envelop and on the outside of the envelop was golden lettering. Not paint; but gold, enough that it would be able to make the poorest of men rich for a day. And the letter that was stored with said the following,
To you, the most honored guest of this evening.
You have been cordially invited to partake in tonight's revelry at the Castle this evening. Be prepared for your wildest of dreams come true and for Love's light wings to possibly become one with you on this eve. Any attire is acceptable, but if you come with no attire at all; that will be frowned upon and you shall be barred from entering. The night shall go as such; entertainers will be scattered about the hall for your pleasure, dinner will be served mid-way through the party, and the night's festivities shall end with a dance.
Thank you for your time; your presence will be awaited.
You have been cordially invited to partake in tonight's revelry at the Castle this evening. Be prepared for your wildest of dreams come true and for Love's light wings to possibly become one with you on this eve. Any attire is acceptable, but if you come with no attire at all; that will be frowned upon and you shall be barred from entering. The night shall go as such; entertainers will be scattered about the hall for your pleasure, dinner will be served mid-way through the party, and the night's festivities shall end with a dance.
Thank you for your time; your presence will be awaited.
As the nobles set about delivering the letters to all the people of the realm, the cooks busied themselves with tending the roaring fires; preparing the finest meats and dishes the Castle had ever been privy to serve. Servants set about clearing the floor to make way for the large tables and it within an hour that 8 long tables had been set up. Hopefully that would be enough for those that decided to show. Once the tables were set, the doors that led to the Kitchens burst open and soon a myriad of chefs and cooks came bustling out; carrying numerous platters laden with food.
Roasted duck, chicken, and geese were among the first to come out; their steaming bodies giving off a scent to make any one desire them. Then came the greens from all the farmers that supplied the King's halls; enough to satisfy any that should desire them, though the King himself was not exactly particular to them. And lastly, came the barrels of mead, beer, and wine; followed by the center piece of tonight's dinner. It was a wild boar, with the largest tusks that Ricard had ever seen in all his life. It actually let tears streak his eyes; a past memory being brought back, but he did not linger on it for long; there were subjects to care for.
After a day of work and preparation; the feast was finally ready. And what pleased Ricard the most was that the troupe of entertainers had finally arrived! The leader had told of how they had been waylaid in the Forest, but later one of the bear tamers told him that the leader was too drunk to organize the troupe. But with the troupe starting to set up; the time had come.
Ricard himself walked toward the giant, oaken doors that would allow any to enter the hall; past the ranks of honor guards that stood at ready for show or to assist the guests should they need it. In his silver and black robes with just a hint of purple tracing, Ricard adjust the golden circlet on his head just once before heaving open the doors and as he did so; the music struck up a tune fit for the halls of any ruler.
Let the Dance begin.
