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Lancelot
looked at the three giants who appeared at the castle lawn. They towered just
below the castle towers and held a girth of twenty men all rolled in one. They
have streaks of icy cold hair which matched their eye brow with a facial
expression that most Mother in laws hold daily. They were dressed in the thick
leather furs of the extinct mammoth and each hold a cudgel that was the size of
a horse.
“Anyone
you may had met when you were flirting with the wenches?” Prince William asked
the knight. Sir Lancelot was to reply but the giants roared out their names.
“I
am Frigid, she is Rigid, and Bridget. We are the Sisters of King of the Frost
Giants.” The one in the middle roared out.
“Thank
the Lords’, I never wed the sisters of my lover.” One guard roared out.
“Aye,
they wed me instead. One man’s meat in another man’s poison.” Another replied.
“But with them, I would have prefer a life of celibacy.”
The
guards in the army all roared into laughter, including the dwarfs. Frigid took
insult to the statement and roared her anger at them.
“Wow!
You needed to cut down on the garlic, ma’aer. You might even scare the Queen
from her throne.”
The
giant sisters taken offence to the remarks charged at the army, which was soon
followed by the others in the Queen side. Lancelot saw the attack and raised
the banner to rally the men.
The
battle was over within a short time, when the army of Snow White had to retreat
from it.
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