Saga Of The European King

They tried to shoot down the house. They tried, but they failed. The vibrations were too strong to penetrate with ordinary cannons. Leonard Cohen knew that. They were firing tiny moons at the house, but the tiny moons just bounced off of the bricks, because of the harmony.

This was the fourth day. The house was flying over the Moon city now and the Moon people had just freaked out and tried to kill it. The Adventure Friends were okay with that. They were just scared people. How were they to know that the flying house was harmless and that Leonard Cohen was awesome? They lived on the Moon! They had totally different perspectives on everything.

The mysterious woman, with the spy-bird perched on her shoulder, was worried about the flying house. Her spy-bird had told her the whole story. She climbed the rope ladder to the tower where Oranje lived. Oranje didn’t like to be disturbed very often, so she had built a huge tower in the garden. She was doing her hair. She was combing it with a special knife that she had got in China. The knife had a comb built right into it. You could stab people with it, if you liked. Oranje was patient with the mysterious woman, even though her womanly ablutions had been interrupted.

“You said that you had stopped them at the gates!” huffed the mysterious woman. “You said that the King was out of the game!” She was out of breath from climbing the ladder. It was very high. Oranje turned around and threw the comb-knife at the mysterious woman. It pierced the spy-bird’s eye and stuck the spy-bird to the wall of the treehouse. The spy-bird fought, but it was hopeless. It was already dead. The mysterious woman gasped. The spy-bird had been her only friend. She was paying full attention when Oranje said, “NO! The King is prey now to Inner Demons, but you must give me another contingent of Moonmen – green ones this time – so that I can finish the job. He must never be allowed to know the truth.” Oranje got up and retrieved her comb-knife from the wall and pulled the dead spy-bird off of its blade. “If his Adventure Friends reach the Palace, they will kill you all.” This was a lie. The Adventure Friends would probably find some awesome and clever way to save the day and would only really kill a few goblins or guys in boiler suits. But the mysterious woman was so upset about the spy-bird that she believed whatever Oranje said. She got on the phone and told the Moonman wrangler to suit up two hundred green Moonmen and three Moonlions for the coming attack on the Palace. Oranje snorted. Like THAT would do anything against Leonard Cohen’s flying house. She would have to do everything herself.

Back in the flying house, Carolyn felt a terrible sadness that eclipsed, for a moment, the sadness she felt for Ric. Something was going to happen. People would die in the coming battle. People she loved.

End Of Chapter 39