A Muddled Tale
Part 3: It is a weird world – Three Knights in a new world..
When the awkward problem of no clothing was solved, they came to a heart stopping decision. It was made in their usual manner by holding a group discussion. This meant a very meandering path was taken before the point was clarified. The conversation went something like this:
“These clothes are very soft,” Grouchy muttered as he ran his hand gently up and down the shirt fabric.
“Not very manly nor fit for a Knight. They don’t clank or need polishing.” Sleazy whispered. “But I agree they are warm and don’t make my skin itch.”
“Yes. But they are not normal but neither is this world. That hut looked like nothing we know.” Lazy beckoned and they moved closer. When they were in a tight huddle he whispered, “we are under a spell. Be very careful of what you say and who you say it to.”
“I agree, we are in a world of magic and mystery. We are not afraid. We are knights – we have to stick together.” Grouchy gave a nod and stood very tall and proud.
The decision was made. Even though they were strangers in a strange world they would act knightly and stay together.
Two minutes later they split up to search for food or a means of transport. They would meet at the foot of the mountain close to them at dawn next morning.
It is not necessary to go into the tedious frightening details of how badly they each fared. Enough to say when they returned to their meeting point, none of them carried any food or had a horse or cart with them.
Grouchy was shaking. Sleazy rendered speechless. Lazy was jabbering like an idiot.
They walked to a small stream. After taking a drink Grouchy declared it to be tainted. Then they ate berries which they found growing in a nearby hedge. Sleazy thought they were sour and too bitter.
Lazy said, “we are neither Goldilocks nor the three bears. I think they are fine.” He ate his fill which left the hedge pretty empty.
Night was descending on the mountain in an abrupt manner. By the time Grouchy lit a fire it was dark and cold. Sleazy dumped a bundle of sticks on the ground and crouched low. He said, “there is something peculiar happening. Lazy was spinning on his head. One minute he was dancing on the spot the next he was spinning on his head.”
Grouchy frowned, “I have had a peculiar feeling all day, like I should be providing a better place for us to stay. I have this itch to make the ground more comfortable and the fire bigger to warm us all.” He jumped to his feet. With a screech of horror he said, “I’m turning into a girl.”
Sleazy nodded. “It is as I thought . We are bewitched. I know this because I have been counting non-stop all day long. We need to hide.”
Grouchy considered his words carefully. “To be in disguise and untraceable we should take new names.”
Sleazy allowed this thought time to roam and wander through his head.
Lazy danced into view. He performed a neat pirouette and said, “I have this desire to dance. I am crazy or ill.”
“No,” Grouchy said, “you are under a spell.”
Lazy searched the landscape around them. Briars and gorse were mingled with brambles and small trees. “Who put us under it? And where are they?”
Sleazy explained their theory on the event. “We should change names. I would like to be called Liam.” Lazy declared.
“I am George, ” Grouchy said.
They both turned to Sleazy. He wrinkled his nose and thought for a long time. “I am Sam.” With a deep furrow spreading across his forehead he admitted, “though it will seem strange to be called that, why don’t we stick to our initials?”
So they became G, S, L.
“We need to get moving as far away from here as possible.” G said.
“In the morning, would be fine with me.” S said to L only to find L had twirled out of sight.