The Tale Part VIII

May 26, 2009 in Big, fat, liar...Casey Anthony, The Tales of King George and Queen Cynthia
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While the woman servant lay in the Great Hall recovering, guards and servants began screaming and running from the castle. They had the look of pure terror on their faces, as they ran past the Queen.

“You there!”, cried the Queen, “Stop! What is going on? Stop this madness immediately!”

But no one was listening. A guard ran up to the Queen and said “Your highness, the Princess’ room. The child’s body is there. This is too much, and we cannot stay in this castle. We are leaving you, Your Highness, we are sorry. There will be no one left to attend your wishes.” And the guard vanished from the castle, never to return. Tortilla was picking up the servant woman, who had recovered from fainting. The Queen was headed toward the staircase, when there occurred a most ear splitting bang of a noise. The castle was flooded with soldiers and countrymen. They were running in all directions, searching the castle for the Princess. The Queen called for help from her guards, but there were none left. The Queen turned her gaze toward the door of the Great Hall, to discover her husband, King George being pushed roughly into the room by five burly men. He had been out fishing in the moat, in his new boat he had recently purchased. “Let go of me! I have done nothing to you! Let go!”, King George shouted.

All fell silent as a strong voice was heard from upstairs in the castle. “Everyone halt! The child is found! The Princess is not here!” said the stranger’s voice. A normal everyday farmer emerged from the upstairs of the castle. Everyone stood still and kept their gaze upon him as he approached the King and Queen. There were tears in his weathered eyes, when he spoke, “Your Highness, or shall I say Madam, it seems that your daughter has had the child in her room all along. She is wrapped in a potato sack, with a necklace and a note attached. In this note, the Princess admits her guilt. She murdered her child, and she must pay the price. She has left with Jose Bandito, and we have people searching for them. You were a fool to let her leave with such a man. I am to inform you, that as soldiers and citizens of Hopespring, we are taking over your castle. You and your husband shall remain in your own dungeon, until your daughter is found. Do you understand?”

“No, I don’t understand! Get out of my castle! George, do something!” , cried the Queen.

“I knew it!”, cried King George, “I knew I never should have married you, you cunning witch of a woman! Our daughter is just like you! Look what you have done to me and my kingdom! I will never forgive you for this, you evil witch!”

“George, how dare you speak to me..”, the Queen was cut off.

The farmer spoke, “Where is your daughter? Tell us now and spare yourself!”

“I know not where my daughter is, and if I did, I would never tell you!”, the Queen protested.

“Very well, then. Take her to the dungeon, and confiscate her crown for payment of the search for her daughter!”, said the farmer.

The Queen was whisked away to the dungeon, but King George was allowed to stay locked in his own room, for his remark to the Queen. Plus, the men felt rather sorry for the poor king, whose wife had emasculated him to the point of a fairy. He was no threat. Tortilla stood in the corner, chewing his stick, and blending in with the rest of the crowd. He was conversing with another fellow, and expounding on his skill as a bounty hunter. The farmer overheard, and spoke, “You there! Bounty hunter! May I have a word with you?”

“It’s about time someone asked to talk to me!”, said Tortilla, “I know everything there is to know about these people!”

“Good.” , said the farmer, “Then you would not be opposed to accept this crown as payment, and bring one Jose Bandito, and Princess Casey, back to this castle. Yes?”

Tortilla rambled. “Now, hold on just a minute. If I’m guessing right, I think they are not too far from here. But, then again, they could be really far from here. Who knows! All I know is that she killed that little baby. She’s a real piece of work, ya know? She and her momma have been nothing but liars since the minute I met ‘em. Well, I never really met the Princess, but I saw her in passing one time, and she looked like a real piece of work, ya know?”

“Okay! Okay! I understand.” , said the farmer, “will you accept the quest of locating these two infidels?”

“Sure, sure! But you don’t have to pay me, as a matter of fact, I’d like to give you some money, just for noticing me.”, said Tortilla.

“Fine! Then off you go! Find Jose Bandito and Princess Casey!”, said the farmer, “do not come back without them in your custody! Goodbye, Mr. Tortilla.” The farmer patted Tortilla on the back, took his money, and led him out of the castle.

The castle was taken over, and there was much to be done. The people of Hopespring gave the child a proper burial and laid her to a peaceful rest. There were many tears. All of the castle treasure was confiscated, and put aside to pay for the things that would be needed before the Princess’ return. They would need money to pay for more searchers. There would also be money given to the needful people of Hopespring who had children that they loved, and would never think of hurting them.

This tale is almost finished, and the ending does not bode well for a certain Princess and her family.

To be continued…