The Fishy Lighthouse! Part 11
Panting in a pair of knickers and a bright red with white trim jacket, he points at the entrance. His swallow tail cut perfectly to merge together right above his tail. With a clap from the King the lackeys and maids leave the grand dining room. Only a few take a stand between the large windows awaiting the guests.
At the front gate William, Richard and Lady Chambelle are welcomed by a row of cats holding up their swords in their shiny armour. Lady Chambelle has her arm hooked into her husband’s and they walk side by side in front of Will. His head is turning left and right, amazed by all he is seeing. On first glance the palace does not look so big. A large gate street in a wall not bigger than that of a house you can reach from the street.
But once behind that wall things change. The path you would have to walk runs through a symmetrical garden all the way up to the entrance of the palace. The garden is surrounded by walls and small square windows. On the few steps into the palace stand a couple of guards, this time they are holding down their shield in front with the swords sheathed.
Will has trouble hiding his excitement as he twirls around sniffing up the scents of the flowers. When the door opens he hears a familiar voice. “Welcome friends. Allow me to guide you to your destination”
It is McSniff standing in the doorway and William notices he is not the smiling cat he tries to be. Will could sense a bit of tension.
“Welcome Lady Chambelle” With a bow he takes her paw and places a kiss onit “You look beautiful as always Lady Chambele”
-“You are still quite the charmer McSniff, Thank you” Her smile is graceful as she drops her paw beside her body when released.
“Richard always a pleasure” The firm Hand shake of both cats shows their strong friendship and the things they might have been going through. Richard stays silent and just laughs.
“Will come on in the king is waiting for you.”
McSniff guides the guests through a maze of hallways with floors of marble and beautiful decorated walls, into the grand dining room. A lackey slams a staff on the floor and calls out the names.
“Sir Richard Thomas Marquis and His Lady Chambelle. Sir Gregory McSniff and William the Hero”
On the other side of the rooms stands the king. His manes perfectly combed over his shoulder, he looks like a well groomed lion. His fur showing a beautiful orange sheen to it, as if a fire is covering him, but why is he not smiling? With slow strides he walks up to his guests, his big and strong presence has Will nailed to the floor. With a glance from head to toe the king looks at the Hero.
“You are smaller than I imagined” the kings paw grabs Will by the arm “And skinnier to”
The king turns his back to Will and walks up to McSniff.
“Welcome Richard and Cynthia, looking lovely as ever. And William I am King Lion de Paris. Thank you for saving our city, this is all in honour of you, please sit down”
Like, with the flick of a switch the King’s presence changed from strong to a certain comfort level.
To be continued…
Hope you enjoyed yet another read in the fishy lighthouse saga as the story is only just beginning.
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