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- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Adventure
- Published: 02/15/2020
My Adentures In Erf Part three
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MY ADVENTURES IN ERF
PART THREE OF MANY
BY
DONALD HARRY ROBERTS
1
She was scary. There was a natural sardonic grin on her lips enhanced by long glittering white fangs. “Lord Armstrong is in the drawing room with guests My Lord Donald.” She growled with a hint of contempt. The her gaze turned to Mr. Ruffus and her expression softened. “It is pleasant to see you here again Ruffus. Our Overlord has been asking after you.”
“Agat.my dear. If you recall, it was he that banished me from the Manor.” Mr. Ruffus snarled.
The Lioness smiled brightly. “Only because he had to put on a show for the Earl of Sheepland. He was actually quite amused and agreed with your analogy of ‘The Bum.”
2
I was eleven years old. All this bantering should have gone over my head but it didn’t. I understood exactly what these two were talking about and realized that we, who had fallen out of the sky were not necessarily in good standing with the indigenous inhabitants of Erf.
“If you two could save your chatter until we get me squared away I would be forever grateful.”
“Both faced me and bowed their heads. “Yes My Lord.” They recited in unison.
Then Mr. Ruffus came near and whispered. “Don’t get cocky kid. Things are changing.”
“I don’t get it.” I answered.
3
Finally Agat directed me to the drawing room door but did not go in. As I pushed the door and entered the drawing room and saw my hosts I nearly blurted out a roar of laughter. Fortunately I managed to arrest the urge, which was a feat for an eleven year old kid.
These men, of various ages were all decked out in frilly finery more suited to a ladies fashion show than a gathering of Lords and Overlords and semi royal dignitaries, with the exception of one. Lord Armstrong who was aptly dressed for what he was. A farmer. Best yet, as I will explain. I knew him.
4
I could hardly believe my eyes.
Once, when my family lived in a rented house on a farm Mr. Armstrong, the very same one that was an Erf Overlord was a farm hand where the cattle were beef cows. He use to answer all my questions no matter how many I asked, or how fast and he use to ride me around on the tractor in his lap and allow me to steer, sort of. I was four and five. We moved to town when I started school.
As I crossed the room he looked toward me and I saw a glint in his old blue eyes. No smile of course. Mr. Armstrong never smiled and rarely got out of sounding grumpy. Though he was never really grumpy.
5
As I got close he said accusingly, in a friendly sort of way. So what mischief do you get into to get yourself here?”
“I don’t know. I was at work setting pins at Mr. Gay’s Bowling alley, then I fell, then I was here.”
“Ah. A workin man were you. That’s good. You already know what doing a job is.”
“Were?” I replied.
“Well kid. Something happened to you back there that got you here and falling out of the sky.”
“Does that mean I am dead or something?”
“Well, or something at least. If you never leave you’re probably dead back there but if you leave well you are probably something other than dead.”
“Ok, but for now I am here and everyone is calling me Lord Donald.”
“Don’t take it too seriously kid. It’s probably going to be short lived. There’s a big Coup going on. The animal folk seem to think us sky fallers are getting to big for our britches and need a little disciplining.”
6
It occurred to me that one place wasn’t much different than another. No matter where you go conflict is bound to follow or be there waiting for you. I was beginning to feel a lot older than my 11 years and that if I wasn’t dead it would be a good time to fall up through the sky again. But that did not happen. My adventures in Erf had barely begun.
“So what happens now? I asked curtly.
“That is what this meeting is all about. We are the Overlords.” Mr. Armstrong was saying.
“Wait. Who made us Overlords of a place we all just fell out of the sky to?”
“The King of course.” Mr. Armstrong answered.
“Is the king a sky faller?”
“He is.” Mr. Armstrong answered suspiciously. What are you thinking?”
7
“Oh nothing.” I told Mr. Armstrong but I had a great deal on my mind, stuff that the Skyfaller Overlords would not approve of.
Mr. Armstrong had gone back to the meeting but kept an eye on me. There was a skirmish of angry words thrown back and forth among the Overlords but absolutely nothing was getting resolved.
“Excuse me. Excuse me.” I interrupted.
The room fell silent.
“Who among you was the last to see and speak with the king, who should be the one resolving whatever situation has arisen.
“Well. No one of us has ever seen the king, but we have all been spoken to by him, as you will be once he becomes aware you are here.”
8
“What. No one has ever seen him. How do know he exists or that he has the authority to make you Overlords?”
“Because he said so. We all heard him say it.” Someone shouted out.
“What do the animals say about it?” I asked harshly.
“Well. Not anything good. They say we have no right to claim anything here but we are the superior species so that gives us the right. That is to organize land ownership. The animals just wandered about with no one in charge and no one to decide what is best for the land.” Overlord Bastch who was a crop farmer explained.
9
I rolled my eyes and left the room. Obviously there was little point in trying to change any minds in that crowd.
Mr. Ruffus. Lady Agat. Can we talk for a moment. I can see why you are not of kindly minds toward the Skyfallers. I would not be if I was one of you. I think I can change things but first I need to find the Skyfaller King. For that I will need your help.”
“Why should we trust another Skyfaller?” The Lioness challenged.
“I had to think about my answer for several minutes. Then I replied. “Because they are adults set in their ways of order and rule. I am just a kid and my mind has not been closed.”
10
Mr. Ruffus and Lady Agat both studied me for a long time, then each other for as long then turned their gaze back to me. As one they said. “Your words seem to make sense, but there is a problem. We do not know where this Skyfaller King lives, nor do I think do the Overlords. Whenever we have asked they just wave and say, “Over that way.” And point in no particular direction.” Lady Agat described.
“He will be speaking to me soon I am told. I will ask for an audience, or barring that ask where he lives.” I suggested. “In the mean time a map of Erf would come in handy. Maybe would could take an educated guess.”
And here ends part three.
Keep an Eye out for part four which I am working on at this very moment.
My Adentures In Erf Part three(Donald Harry Roberts)
MY ADVENTURES IN ERF
PART THREE OF MANY
BY
DONALD HARRY ROBERTS
1
She was scary. There was a natural sardonic grin on her lips enhanced by long glittering white fangs. “Lord Armstrong is in the drawing room with guests My Lord Donald.” She growled with a hint of contempt. The her gaze turned to Mr. Ruffus and her expression softened. “It is pleasant to see you here again Ruffus. Our Overlord has been asking after you.”
“Agat.my dear. If you recall, it was he that banished me from the Manor.” Mr. Ruffus snarled.
The Lioness smiled brightly. “Only because he had to put on a show for the Earl of Sheepland. He was actually quite amused and agreed with your analogy of ‘The Bum.”
2
I was eleven years old. All this bantering should have gone over my head but it didn’t. I understood exactly what these two were talking about and realized that we, who had fallen out of the sky were not necessarily in good standing with the indigenous inhabitants of Erf.
“If you two could save your chatter until we get me squared away I would be forever grateful.”
“Both faced me and bowed their heads. “Yes My Lord.” They recited in unison.
Then Mr. Ruffus came near and whispered. “Don’t get cocky kid. Things are changing.”
“I don’t get it.” I answered.
3
Finally Agat directed me to the drawing room door but did not go in. As I pushed the door and entered the drawing room and saw my hosts I nearly blurted out a roar of laughter. Fortunately I managed to arrest the urge, which was a feat for an eleven year old kid.
These men, of various ages were all decked out in frilly finery more suited to a ladies fashion show than a gathering of Lords and Overlords and semi royal dignitaries, with the exception of one. Lord Armstrong who was aptly dressed for what he was. A farmer. Best yet, as I will explain. I knew him.
4
I could hardly believe my eyes.
Once, when my family lived in a rented house on a farm Mr. Armstrong, the very same one that was an Erf Overlord was a farm hand where the cattle were beef cows. He use to answer all my questions no matter how many I asked, or how fast and he use to ride me around on the tractor in his lap and allow me to steer, sort of. I was four and five. We moved to town when I started school.
As I crossed the room he looked toward me and I saw a glint in his old blue eyes. No smile of course. Mr. Armstrong never smiled and rarely got out of sounding grumpy. Though he was never really grumpy.
5
As I got close he said accusingly, in a friendly sort of way. So what mischief do you get into to get yourself here?”
“I don’t know. I was at work setting pins at Mr. Gay’s Bowling alley, then I fell, then I was here.”
“Ah. A workin man were you. That’s good. You already know what doing a job is.”
“Were?” I replied.
“Well kid. Something happened to you back there that got you here and falling out of the sky.”
“Does that mean I am dead or something?”
“Well, or something at least. If you never leave you’re probably dead back there but if you leave well you are probably something other than dead.”
“Ok, but for now I am here and everyone is calling me Lord Donald.”
“Don’t take it too seriously kid. It’s probably going to be short lived. There’s a big Coup going on. The animal folk seem to think us sky fallers are getting to big for our britches and need a little disciplining.”
6
It occurred to me that one place wasn’t much different than another. No matter where you go conflict is bound to follow or be there waiting for you. I was beginning to feel a lot older than my 11 years and that if I wasn’t dead it would be a good time to fall up through the sky again. But that did not happen. My adventures in Erf had barely begun.
“So what happens now? I asked curtly.
“That is what this meeting is all about. We are the Overlords.” Mr. Armstrong was saying.
“Wait. Who made us Overlords of a place we all just fell out of the sky to?”
“The King of course.” Mr. Armstrong answered.
“Is the king a sky faller?”
“He is.” Mr. Armstrong answered suspiciously. What are you thinking?”
7
“Oh nothing.” I told Mr. Armstrong but I had a great deal on my mind, stuff that the Skyfaller Overlords would not approve of.
Mr. Armstrong had gone back to the meeting but kept an eye on me. There was a skirmish of angry words thrown back and forth among the Overlords but absolutely nothing was getting resolved.
“Excuse me. Excuse me.” I interrupted.
The room fell silent.
“Who among you was the last to see and speak with the king, who should be the one resolving whatever situation has arisen.
“Well. No one of us has ever seen the king, but we have all been spoken to by him, as you will be once he becomes aware you are here.”
8
“What. No one has ever seen him. How do know he exists or that he has the authority to make you Overlords?”
“Because he said so. We all heard him say it.” Someone shouted out.
“What do the animals say about it?” I asked harshly.
“Well. Not anything good. They say we have no right to claim anything here but we are the superior species so that gives us the right. That is to organize land ownership. The animals just wandered about with no one in charge and no one to decide what is best for the land.” Overlord Bastch who was a crop farmer explained.
9
I rolled my eyes and left the room. Obviously there was little point in trying to change any minds in that crowd.
Mr. Ruffus. Lady Agat. Can we talk for a moment. I can see why you are not of kindly minds toward the Skyfallers. I would not be if I was one of you. I think I can change things but first I need to find the Skyfaller King. For that I will need your help.”
“Why should we trust another Skyfaller?” The Lioness challenged.
“I had to think about my answer for several minutes. Then I replied. “Because they are adults set in their ways of order and rule. I am just a kid and my mind has not been closed.”
10
Mr. Ruffus and Lady Agat both studied me for a long time, then each other for as long then turned their gaze back to me. As one they said. “Your words seem to make sense, but there is a problem. We do not know where this Skyfaller King lives, nor do I think do the Overlords. Whenever we have asked they just wave and say, “Over that way.” And point in no particular direction.” Lady Agat described.
“He will be speaking to me soon I am told. I will ask for an audience, or barring that ask where he lives.” I suggested. “In the mean time a map of Erf would come in handy. Maybe would could take an educated guess.”
And here ends part three.
Keep an Eye out for part four which I am working on at this very moment.
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