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Spacedragonblue
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Prince Henry, lord of Portugal,looked down on the tiny new city of Lisbon from his just completed "palace". Well, more like a large house. Anyway...
The land of his fledgling empire was excellent. To the southwest and southeast lay golden fields of wheat, rustling slightly in the sea breeze that almost always buffeted this land. Off the southeastern docks, small fishing boats trolled the rich fisheries that supplied his dinner. Finally, on the very edge of the Southern grasslands, lay the forest through which his father, King Franko, had led his people to the very spot the palace now stood, and proclaimed it the city of Lisbon.
Of course, the declaration was a little rash, and it took a few months before the settlement was completed. A week before the groundbreaking of the palace, King Franco died after catching pnumonia in a rainstorm. His wife, Queen Cady, could not rule without a husbund, and so Henry was made ruler. He still refused to be called king, insisting still on the title of Prince. A knock on the door disrupted his train of thought.
It was Charles de Levonsa, military advisor to the crown: "Milord, I have the report our troop of warriors sent back, detailing the lay of the land. I also have an emmissiary from a King Hammurabi, who is the ruler of a poor little town called Babylon.
"Send in the emmisiary, please."
A little while later, a small, wizened man with pale skin entered, almost tripping over his rediculously long robe. "I greet you on behalf of Hammurabi, the soverign lord of the Universe. We implore you tiny fishing village to join our glorious civilization, for your own benifit. We offer you this beautigul bone ax as a sign of your submission to our culture. We......
"Mighty Portugal will not except any forigner as her lord and master. Out with You!"
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31-12-2004 23:25
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