The Toilsome Twosome
Exactly 33 years after the king's first breath, Kelly and her mother’s eyes first met. Suddenly she’s rockin’ Krakow university - composing harp melodies with creativity. Soon daddy decreed Poland be quarantined - cuz Casimir gets what Casimir wants “whadda great guy cuzza plagues thatty stops.” An escape hatched from her slumbering dreams for constructing a lofty eagle-feather-winged-glider that led her off the edge of Wawel’s tallest tower where she vanished silent in flight that moonless midnight hour. She touched down far beyond the suppressing city walls; and by noon had traveled over 60 miles. She snuck quiet and cool with goods stashed in her cloak: some flint, a dagger, gold, arrows, and a bow. She hunted, she gathered, she foraged, she cooked - the wilderness was hers: everywhere she looked. But, she longed for songs; missing melodic rhythms - isolation conjured in her an inner cynicism. Traveling north she sought minstrels in the Kingdom of Novgorod: no one parties like ...