![[Bottel] Sticks and stones...](../img/castbar2.gif){kind=small}
| [Kathleen] | So say something already! | |
| [Pause] | ||
| [SL, Enter Ruthless in Babbel, rudely awakened from sleep] | ||
| [Babbel] | Ahh.. yes .. My Lady, .. Good Greetings, ... Ahh ... Humble (mumble) ...(big effort) At Your Service!! | |
| [Silence] | ||
| [SR, Enter Ruthless in Bottel, bleary eyed] | ||
| [Bottel] | What be afoot my My Lord? | |
| [Babbel] | (bigger effort) Twelve inches, Good Fool! | |
| [Silence] | ||
| [Bottel] | Ahh... | |
| [Enter Ruthless in Battel, somewhat more composed] | ||
| [Battel] | So what be afoot my Lords? | |
| [Bottel] | (aside) Done it! | |
| [Babbel] | (aside) Died! | |
| [Battel] | (covering) Ahh, well, My Lords, I hath something to say. | |
| [Babbel] | (aside) Usually does! | |
| [Battel] | (with dignity) My Lords and Ladies I hath a tale for thee. | |
| [Bottel] | (aside) Sigh! | |
| [Battel] | Once upon a time, in a Land far away, there once was a Wizard who heard of a far off island, totally undistinguishable by any normal sense of the word, except for the fact that it had a group of extremely intelligent dolphins, so intelligent that they could even speak. The Wizard, at first in great caution of such a story, soon became impassioned with the topic. He did put in for a grant of leave from his King, and left to look for these dolphins. | |
| [Battel] | About 40 years did pass, and he finally stumbled upon the island. | |
| [Babbel] | (aside) Musta been the stones on the foreshore! | |
| [Bottel] | (giggles - in his cups) | |
| [Battel] | The Local King, after hearing the Wizard plea mightily, did agree to allow him to study the dolphins. "But before I allow thee to go, I must warn thee. After a long and fearful famine, we had no animals left on our island, so I did purchase 20 lions. And though they be now old and toothless, they be nonetheless protected by my State Law. The Penalty for disturbing one of our beasts be death." | |
| [Bottel] | Reminds of the prioress of an Abbey I once knew... | |
| [Babbel] | (lands elbow in strategic spot, causing Bottel to collapse - grins at Battel) | |
| [Battel] | (serious) The Wizard did agree and was off. There was only one road across the island to the lagoon where the dolphins lived, and upon arriving, the Wizard did set up his camp and did wait. | |
And wait. And wait. And wait. And finally, after four months, the Wizard was rewarded for his waiting. He did wake up and was greeted by one of the dolphins right up next to the shore. The Wizard did look at the beast, who did begin to talk to him. The Wizard, the good man of science that he be, was sceptical at first, and did come to speak as many different languages that he knew, and the dolphin did respond to each one, and even did correct the Wizard in his grammar in a few cases. Verily, the Wizard was impressed and did begin to question the dolphin, studying as many different aspects of dolphin lifestyle as possible. Finally, after two months, the Wizard did ask the dolphin how this group became so intelligent. "Well," said the dolphin, "we be immortal, and the way we stay that way is by eating baby gulls that be found only in this lagoon. If the gulls do leave, we will die." That night, the Wizard did fall asleep, satisfied for the first time in years. So satisfied, in fact, that he did sleep through a violent tempest. The next morning, he did awake to find that all the dolphins had been beached, and the gulls had been blown to the other side of the island. Without hesitating a moment, the Wizard did run to the other side of the island, on the only road across the island, did scoop up an armload of gull chicks, and did head back across the island to save the dolphins. Halfway back, the Wizard did see a lion lying across the road, the only road, and without thinking, did try to jump the beast. But, alas, the left foot of the Wizard did catch in the right ear of the lion. The lion did awake with a roar. Palace guards did grab the Wizard and did take him to the island prison. The next morning he was tried at dawn and hung at noon. The charge: Carrying young gulls over the State Lion for immortal porpoises. | ||
| [Exeunt quickly in all directions] | ||
Ah! but then what would we know, we're only Fools!
Robin the Ruthless in Bottel -
Once Personal Fool to Her Majesty, Queen Jacyntha of Antir, (now between Patrons)
Robin the Ruthless in Babbel -
Born-Again Fool, travelling for the sake of his health.
- under the occasional control (for what it's worth) of
Robin the Ruthless in Battel - who allegedly be in charge of the rest
"de veritate non disputandum"
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