Faery Continuation of Macron Diminished

King Winthrop had rooms prepared at once for the nobles of the Baron. Magnificent parlors draped in purple and green tapestry complete with ivory chessman on boards of cedar. Fresh rushes were placed for the less fortunate servants in the stone hall where they would reside till morning broke. A wild boer was killed and the plumpest apple was picked and rolled in sweet honey for the hogs mouth.

Baron Woodcock was merry for a long while, till Corabelle was brought in for the banquet. Dressed in a gray silk with purple girdle and scarlet poppies embroidered on the neck and sleeves, Corabelle curtsied to the King and then took her place on the right.
"Good evening Uncle Winthrop. Good evening Baron Woodcock," said Corabelle coldly.
"My dear sit down! We have with us tonight a vegetarian boer with honeyed apple stuffed in his unruly mouth! Minstrels and Jesters!" called King Winthrop thumping his scepter on the table.

Baron Woodcock sat back and twiddled his thumbs as the fools and minstrels danced sheepishly around the tables. He scowled as the entertainment progressed. "Enough!" cried the Baron. The Minstrels ran out with their guitars and the jesters with cocked hats flying.
"Well, Baron, my good fellow! Tell me thou story and business here in my far-fetched country," said King Winthrop groggily. He called for more spiced wine.

I shall tell you My business here in your far fetched country, O King. I am to leave next dawn for my hideaway of the Macron and there I shall make plans to woo the Lady Corabelle for a thousand pieces of silver and five mines of rarest jewels. Including my best dwarfs as miners for your majesty." The Baron stopped and reached for his goblet.
"You are drunk! Or you are lying!" cried Corabelle, standing up.
Silence, my niece, silence," said King Winthrop. "I shall of course make such a decision for you."
King Winthrop cleared his throat. "Our dearest country has know extreme poverty for decades and we would be most happy with mines and thousands of pieces. But how may I ask, ow will thou transport thy mines to our country?"
"I shall hitch all my horses to large wagons and bring all the jewels here and store then in your caverns, O King," answered Baron Woodcock slyly.
"And perhaps might our halls be carpeted?" asked WKing Winthrop rubbing his hands.
"Yes of course! The deepest green or red carpets of all the land!" praised Baron Woodcock.
"Done! Corabelle you leave tomorrow with Baron Woodcock. I acknowledge the marriage."
Corabelle cried aloud and fled.

to be continued.