Let me shake thou strongly...

I have taken a suggestion to hart. I have purged evil from its root. I shall forget the ever skating tournament and will concentrate in my day...

In our island of apples there is an old custom in which the Queen likes to shake an old apple tree to force down the early fall of its crimson fruit. Then, with what she should have gathered, her maidens make delighting recipes: Amorous Oberon Toppings for Titania's Sherbet, Friar Lawrence-Apple Dates Shake, Cesar's Banana and Apple Puddings... the list goes on and on. Fortunately,these were the remainder of our food competition which haven't spoiled thanks to our cold and tempestuous climate.

I wonder how my knights are doing against such vile and disordered weather.

Oh hell! It won't work. The knights have disappeared!!! Someone send the support squad to see what has happened!!! . Lords of imbecility, please take note of the tragedy! Corrupted Damned Land.

Anon they skated toward Janus knows where.

Some moons past (On NOv. 1,the day of the dead) we had a "Flight of the Bumble B" carriera in our domain. I would have given my lands straightaway to any who would assure me they'll finish the competition in 6 hours. But there is still no sight of any of the competidors at this point.
Every morning I practice the same routine: "Thou are right to welcome here, and thou shalt have all the help this land can give thee to finish thy quest, rejoice our Champion for you have won!!!"

But it is the 13th night of november and there is still no pretentious king at the finish line. Poor knights of Avalon, probably assailed while on the road! Damn our poor educated thiefs- peasants! If our contestants asked them for directions, they surely ended up at sea. God Janus should have kept them all locked at the starting point so that none of them shall interfere ever with our agenda. I even wrote them maps. Oh well, I did everything I could.

LIfe has turned placidly boring...,....while waiting.