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| MIK, This is my home. | |
| By Diddi | ||||
| 28 May 2008 | ||||
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This is the beginning of the MIK saga, and introduces us to his charmed and fabulous life among his people. If you are looking for the picture of his home, you must look within yourself. THIS IS MY HOME. This is a picture of me, standing outside my very own home, proudly showing the trophy given to me by the Great Lord. I forget, some of you cannot see me or my trophy, because you are blind to the real world. Sad I am, that you cannot see my glory, fleeting though it is. It is nevertheless a great tale, a saga worth the telling. I have no doubt that in the villages and towns of our country the tale of Mik and his courage, will abound and be the topic of conversation in many an Inn for many days to come. This simple door, with it's simple knocker, was the beginning of my fabulous adventure. If I did not have the knocker on the door; or a door on which to place it, then there would be no story. Knock now, and enter. Sit you down, and I will tell you. It began, as most things begin, with a most silly, nay, stupid occurrence. The King tripped; he was strolling through the wood and he tripped. He tripped and he hit his most glorious, crowned head upon my tree. I was at home at the time and I came out of my door to see what all the commotion was about. There were many people running around, shouting, calling and disturbing my peace. I ran across to where the King lay dazed, blood seeping from his great and noble head. I had to dodge feet clothed in great leathern boots, and flurries of fancy clothes that descended upon me, threatening to smother me in a death horrible and cruel. Despite this, I bravely went on to give comfort and aid to my King. I reached his head and crawled beside his ear, and whispered to him that I was going to help him. He rolled an eye, looking toward me, begging for my assistance. I assured him that I would gladly aid him in his time of trouble. I ran back to my home and retrieved the necessary supplies that I have, being apothecary to the woodfolk hereabouts, and raced back to my King. I quickly made concoctions to aid my wounded King and placed them upon his brow. I used all my specious arts to save him; spider web, wormwood, leaves of beech and oak and the sap that drips in season from the pine and many other wildwood remedies. These, I bound quickly all together and applied them to the wound. I fretted over the wound, placing and replacing all the many herbal poultices that I had forged. The seepage slowed and soon I noticed a faint crusting appear. I was pleased with the progress. I had to scurry away quickly, for many of the King's aids came to tend him, stirring the leaf litter with their great feet. I was fearful for my own safety, for they did not see me in their distress to aid the King. Soon, the Great Lord was to his feet, staggering slightly toward his noble mount; that always followed behind him when he walked. I was concerned, lest this be too soon. He, however, was able to mount successfully with assistance from his aids. His milk-white steed snorted and rounded, prancing nervously, before his master controlled him. The King, reins in his hand, threw to the ground at my feet a token of his esteem and thanks; the bloodied handkerchief from his brow. I have it now in pride of place upon my wall, framed lovingly by Tye( the carpenter among us). Further, our Great King announced to all "Let no man or beast come this way again!" Our Great Lord and his company reeled their horses and went from this forest.Never to return by the Great King's order. I am hero to my people. I am feted throughout this forest, for I have freed my people from the terror and danger that comes with the incursions of the Great King's followers; those who come for sport and pleasure.The forest is ours. At last. It surely is a terrible shame that you cannot see me in all my finery with my trophy. Are you sure you cannot see me? A little bit, just out of the corner of your eye?
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