Erik and Marko in Caverns of Chaos (6_4)

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Thrice-Told Tale #4

Erik and Marko

by Rus Hall


Marko and Erik were traveling leisurely through the backwoods of Camarand. Erik decided that they had traveled enough for the evening and called a halt to make camp. This was welcomed news for Marko since his stomach was growling. Ben, Marko's faithful steed, was also happy about this since his hooves were sore. And, since he was complaining to Marko about them (for the past hour or so), Marko was doubly pleased with the respite.

The two broke out their fare and topped it off with a good bottle of wine they had snagged from King Tronin's cellar the day before. Life was good; Blackpool had been quiet for several weeks now, the night's weather was beautiful, and their bellies were full. With that, they lay down for the night, and went to sleep.

Some hours later, Erik awoke and nudged his faithful friend.

"Marko, look up at the sky and tell me what you see." he said.

Marko, used to his friends games replied, "I see millions and millions of stars."

"And what does that tell you?"

Marko pondered for a minute and said, getting into the spirit of things, "Well, many things I guess. Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of stars out there and potentially billions of other planets circling around them. Astrologically, I observe the moon is in constellation of Arbelesque, the hunter; a good sign Uncle Tray would say. Horologically, I'd say that the time is approximately . . . half past the third hour of the morning; a bit early for this type of conversation. Theologically, I can see that the Gods are all powerful and that we are small and insignificant. And, meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow."

"Is that all?" his friend quipped.

"Umm, yeah. What does it tell you?"

Erik was silent for a minute, then spoke, "That someone has stolen our tent!"


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