Ignoble Noble

A rather random bit of writing this is. I have been asked to post again, so i have ^_^



The ignoble noble rushed onto the stage-like dais to greet his beloved lover. He was sent to sit with the select nobles who were great favorites with the king. Here, he would be trusted and respected. His lady stood waiting for him with her eyes sparkling. A sad, yet preferable obstacle intervened his path; the king’s royal foot, which happened to be very large in proportion to his massive body. Roars of raucous laughter poured through the hall as he fell with a confused look of slight indigestion and embarrassment. If you have not seen this before, do not even try. I shall explain in due time. Let the slow motion begin. First, his left foot comes in contact with that of the king. His eyes roll down and his face follows. A Gasp thrills his body has he is flung into the air by his own forward motion. He glances forward at his beloved lover, and then sideways at the jolly rabble splitting their fat sides with laughter.
He is pondering how on earth this could happen to him, and why on earth he had neglected to observe the king’s gigantic foot. Commence confusion. Immediately preceding the incident, he had been eating a strange concoction from the royal kitchen, which had not settled in his stomach very comfortably. His face scrunches. Commence indigestion. In looking at his lady fair, he feel brought low by fate, coincidence, and his ill luck. What is that? She is laughing too! Hiding a snicker and suppressing a laugh behind a small hand. Commence embarrassment.
At the time that his face compacted in response to the floor, he wasn’t thinking about anything. Rolling over, he got up and staggered over to his lady. He sat sulkily. The lady whispered a few words of consolation as she wiped off his dirty, smashed face with her handkerchief. No response; he sat in silence. As the laughter subsided, it was replaced with clinks of steins and muffled grunts. The noble gloomily repeated negative nothings over and over, while playing absent mindedly with the fifth course. He was a very extreme young fellow.
As was tradition at this particular feast, all the nobles with the honor of being selected to sit at the table next to the king and queen were to give toasts. Suddenly the lady nudged him. It was his turn. Collectedly, he rose. Slowly and majestically, he paused for extra emphasis to make up for his earlier blunder. The low roar of voices ceased.
“My dear countrymen, neighbors, comrades, I wish to make a toast to our valiant king and honorable queen.”
A greater pause ensued for more emphasis to make up doubly for the earlier blunder. Possibly it was because he forgot what he was going to say. The king leaned forward in his throne as well as he could and gave the noble a black look. Gulp. The young man paled;
“May they live long in great prosperity.” An over used phrase at that time, but always well received. All took a hearty draught from their steins and goblets, or whatever they were accommodated with. Forgiving him for his long pause, the crowd called;
“Boer! Boer! Boer!” For that was his name. Some impudent knaves in the corner added simultaneously, “Boer – ing!” and ducked very quickly. Ignoring this as best he could, Boer sat down with knocking knees and endured the rest of the feast tolerably well.