The Dame above the sea of fog.
After a shocking experience in the castle
of “The King”, our Lady (maybe we should call her a "Dame" now) left an
enchanted Kingdom. She was a bit disappointed as she hoped to meet and to duel
the wizard
Pif-Paf who in her opinion, had put a spell on the
dear King and his imperial court and was responsible for their insanity. But as
she could not find him, she decided to move on and look for another adventure.
She did not have to wait long.
The moment she jumped onto
her bike (she discovered a new, exhausting but
satisfying way of travelling) she found herself in a middle of the dark forest
of Vienna. Or was it Salzburg?
Anyway it was silent. The moonlight was
hardly reaching through the thick tree branches, the mist densely covered the
ground ('it looks like smoke', Dame thought), she inhaled deeply, letting the
smell of wet soil tickle her strangely sharpened senses.
So romantic: 'I'm
a wanderer above the sea of fog' – she
thought.
Something was in the air.
Indeed. Nymphs
in a trance-like minimal motion unexpectedly
materialised in front of her eyes. She couldn't take her gaze away from them. They
were so so so … she didn't know what.
And as a matter of fact she has never found the right word to describe them.
Suddenly a group of loud, bluff, hearty men (my god, they were real
barbarians!) jumped in, in their funny colourful outfit conquering the space
and destroying the mystic atmosphere. Our Dame couldn't wait longer. She
attacked! (For the sake of future generations, she had to save the ladies,
women, girls unaware of what was happening … – future persons of her kind and
condition.) She caught one warrior by his leg and started to push him away to
the other site of the web. Unfortunately, virtuosically, he managed to escape,
leaving his trousers in her hands. With great force she jumped on another,
quite athletic fellow. But again she missed him and only a dark leather T-shirt
remained in her clamped fist. Quick step to the right … Paff! Green pants … One
to the left … Zap! Yellow knickers … Two to the back: Zip! … Striped blueberry
panties …
In a second, a bunch of happy boys were
running around totally naked.
What a scandal! she quickly turned her head
away and … what did she see? The five nymphs sensually
(but not sexually) undressing
and dressing again looking the embarrassed boys
directly into their eyes.
Was our Dame hallucinating?
Trying to save the honour of the five
nymphs and to stop this ridiculous show, she decided to call the police. But
are we in 1965? Never mind. She had to figure out
something quickly. She had to stop this absurd activity. She just wanted
everybody to dance again! She just wanted them to move freely, unthinkingly,
through the wide, open space!
She found an idea. She pulled out from her
sack a huge roll of brown paper and tried to wrap in it the five damsels of her
heart. It would be definitely easier to run away just with one of them but our
Dame simply was not able to choose. She started to roll in the nymphs making an
impossible package. And as one can easily imagine, it ended rather poorly: the
Dame, terribly
sweaty, with the temperature of her body raised at
least 1° C (but with improved stamina, speed, power strength and
stability) was left alone on the battle field. The others were gone.
She felt cheated and defeated.
“You
have to love the daily work, right?” – she said out loud but her voice lacked conviction.
A cloud of doubts appeared on the horizon:
What was her daily work about? And did she
really love it? Was it a passion?
“A man who is vexed by too much passion usually
does not love”, the
rules of courtly love say.
And then she heard a tune in her
head:
“Without love by your side you're only half
alive
cause everybody needs love, oh yeah
everybody needs love”
It was Gladys!
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