Two days had passed since Gertrude’s party and Glennmorley was being invaded for another party. Vast battalions of men bearing the banners and flags of the five surrounding kingdoms swarmed the land. Emissaries from the armies made their way to the castle doors. King Octavius in turn sent emissaries to the other kings.
Octavius looked out over his land from one of the towers that had a view in all directions. He shook his head. Emmaline was at his side, squeezing his arm and watching all the commotion “They look like so many ants scurrying towards an unseen quarry. I do hope you have everything ready, my dear.” Emmaline peered up, looking into Octavius’ eyes. She always knew how her husband felt by looking into his eyes.
“Yes, I am ready for the ‘onslaught’…” Octavius smiled wanly and squeezed his wife’s hand. “I guess we should go down to the great hall and prepare to receive our guests.” With that, he gave his arm to Emmaline and together they descended the tower’s stairs. “Andre has his men stationed well and hopefully there will be no surprises.”
Emmaline laughed. “Seeing all of those soldiers pouring down from the hills, all I can say is that I am glad we don’t have to feed all of them.” They both laughed.