Banquet at Pentecost

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With all the table round the moment of a great feast of Pentecost arriveth today and I noticed I shall solely sit in that tabule with my fabulously rose feathered fabelo and bushy long dark black hair (in both my heads).

This is breakfast or as we say in old times sun-breaking feast.

I materialized from my chambers to the Palace in Avalon island where I live most of the time. I seeketh to read good tales and somehow time flies when I am at it. But I remember I promised my good Lady Victoria (my mother) to assist and entertain our guests at our meal.


Later on, I would need to make some exercise after this great a banquet.
So, I begineth my day in the great hall of the palace with breakfeast. I have thought in a particular queen to destroy by ripping his intestines. My jumping cords are already numerous, but I will try to make more to loose some weight.


The meat or pancetta is greasy and high in something called cholesterol which my all-timeless intelligence suggesteth me is the greatest murderer of the future. I wonder if I can pass this idea through human resources for it may work against the gay blood.

O how wonderful! Sir Ector hast prepareth us a beautiful song for entertainment. Here I transcribe it for all of my readers:

♪♪♪ "La, la, la ... to the ivory horn

hanging upon the sycamore tree

any knight may blow thereon

but nothing shall happen to thee". ♪♪♪

The round table was all seth and the invitatees hast arrived.
The castle rangeth its echoes, the pavilions and parlors trembleth to the music of the magical horn and Sir Ector with renewed strength and confidence in his chords breaketh tympanis and cochleae, and seth anxiety roundabout.

Only a good servant like Sir Ector shalt himself come about and fright to death seven men that morning. None of the invitees stayeth to finish their feast.
This was the unusual part of the entertainment Sir Ector hast prepareth for us too.

I dareth you, HP to come about. The magical horn of Sir Ector will keep the fruit of you ready for german compote.

Later on as I hast prepareth to enjoy my hot chocolat something again was not seth right. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! The hot chocolat burneth my insides!! The burn causeth a burning desire in riping some intestines! Hath I known and suffereth it, flushed my face all scarlet.

The cook hast boiled the water too high and serveth it in what she thought was a small thermal goblet like the ones used for old centuries on long journeys in the cold.

I was unrested and like boiling water for making chocolate I seth forthwith to slay the cook but unfortunately the cook dead already in the kitchen I found. His insolent thermal dutch ovens hath exploded with our last sweet courses scattered roundeth the walls.

I seth myself to observe the kitchen and later the goblet. Pursueth I both in an attempt to recreate the scene. After some reflection I concludeth there has been a secret lying for some time in our palace! We hath the long lost goblet of fire at our midst beneath our very noses! Alas! Eureka! Oi! and Olé!

With an effort my burneth lips managed to say: "Domine, quo vadis--? This sayeth I to the other employees of the kitchen which seemeth to want to escape the luck of the cook. Later I added: "The dutch ovens exploded in an attempt to make corn surprise and a mexican flan in the same pressured pan. Do not copy our cook for he was slow and stupid."

Therehence my mother Lady Victoria seth to make a good homage to the cook in recognition for all his past endeavors. As for me, I shall have Lady Victoria seth on both her knees before this year be past to have by faith my recognition of him. I shall not lose my heads. I departed heads on. Forthwith the phrase "like water for chocolat" was coined in our books: it means: "most villainous desire to rip intestines and slay a cook".