The Castle Cyberell

A Senior Chatters Caricature Pantomime set in times of old within the castle Cyberell,the mythical Kingdom of Senchat ruled by the good King Robwick and his Queen Starshine during a time of unrest within the court.
`Twas a cool morning with mist enshrouding the castle,its keep and the moat,the great hall awaits the King to have breakfast prior to holding court.The retinue of attendants included the Kings sage Magmus,his alchemist/healer Suzaria who is at the Kings side administering lotions and potions for the new day and the royal scribe InaLin aL,on the periphery of the great hall were the court jester Teppihw and both chancellors Flowerforth and Baron Vonasius,the court cat Catester was warming himself at the great hearth while the royal hounds could be heard barking with their attendant Jefpaparus.A further retinue of courtiers are present from the fiefdom of Newbiery,granted audience by their muted fealty.
“What pray tell is this yells the King to the serving wench,why my lord, it is breakfast.Does not the cook know that I always have drumsticks for morning repast?Yes my lord but they are missing,Missing! Do you mean there are none there?,yes my lord,they are not there.Do you mean to say that the royal drumsticks have been pilfered?Well lord I am but a poor serving wench.
Guard!,Guard !, fetch me the court cook from the kitchens yells the King Robwick.In the meantime he pokes at the porridge and sudden kippers,he turns and beckons a servant,”knave, does the Queen yet awaken?”Nay me lud,she slumbers still.Awaken her and have her attend me ,yes me lud.
No my lord,I know not what happened to the royal drumsticks,I was going to warm them in your favourite brine of beer and garlic afore serving my lord,the royal cook Sasiferus winches before the King.I shall not tolerate this insurrection nor usurper of my breakfast,I shall find and punish the thief,guard!,summon the sheriff.
The sheriff Neesafaris knows something has happened and straightens armour and helmet before attending the King.Neesafaris,a thief has pilphered the royal drumsticks,I want you to find the thief and bring him before me,aye my lord.On the way out the sheriff beckons the court jester Teppihw to follow him.Queen Starshine appears bleary eyed and sleepy with her ladies in waiting Faywerese and Maccah,both giggling and prodding each other to see her ladyship seated next to the King.Good morning my King,whats up?,a thief has stolen my drumsticks,oh,ok,can I go back to bed now I`m still tired,hurummmph,hurummph sounds the Kings as he whispers within the Queens ear and giggles abound,the Queen departs with glances of anticipation.
Chancellors,yells the King,both Flowerforth and Baron Vonasius step forth,yes my King in unison.Gather your inks and parchements,draft a new law prohibiting theft of the royal breakfast drumstick,with the direst of punishments,have the town criers across the Kingdom pass the message,nail notices to the masts of ships and all latrines for the army and forget Nilhawk and those frivolous buggers playing with making things fly,Aye my lord,it shall be done for your timely approval.
Magmus the sage at this stage departs down to the cellars and looks at the royal cat Catester shaking his head,the cat is now alert and sitting up.
Neesafaris the sheriff asks the court jester Teppihw where he was last night as he was seen in the courtyard in the small hours,oh,me lud,I was but taking the air after sewing more bells to my slippers and starching the toe spirals,it was as quiet as a church mouse would be.Hmmm, ok Teppihw and don’t call me me lud,you may call me your sheriffship,yes me lud,I did see the royal cat Catester near the kitchens however.Hmmmm,you may go,thank you me lud.
His sheriffship approaches the King,me lud,methinks that maybe the royal cat is responsible for stealing the royal drumsticks,all evidence indicates so.All look around for the cat but is no where to be seen.The King yells,raise the drawbridge,assemble the guards,archers to the battlements,Jefpaparus,set the hounds afree to hunt and bring me the former royal cat for questioning.
So endeth the story in the castle Cyberell in the kingdom of Senchat and of the Kings breakfast gone wrong, in the meantime the royal scribe InaLin aL has transposed the goings on into a lyric for the court minstrels to recall at a later time.Chancellors Flowerforth and Baron Vonasius are deciding whether they should use red,blue or black ink and whether new quills should be made and how many parchments should be made ready.The royal cat Catester was never seen again .
Oh gawd,i should find something more constructive with my time,maybe I didn’t have enough toys as a child,hahahahahah