Daddy's Little Princess.

[kwills]

Wwww whooo!! I can't wait! flying my own fighter jet plane to bomb MI6 holiday homes!!!! YES!!! As Al Pacino used to used to say Hoo Haa!
These are the holiday homes that have been targeted,I can see someone peeping out of one..I said peeping not peeing..honestly agent Orange!

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Now then let's see switch this on, switch that on, a bit of throttle.....hmmm I could do with a higher seat though it's hard to get a clear view through the window with me being so small and all.
Oh there's the all clear okay off we go,GOSH IT'S NOISY! WOOOOWWWWW this is wonderful and scary! Let's see if I can adjust the seating I wonder if it's this switch here? Yikes! aaaaaagh!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5uEguTY ... re=related

[Cate]

opps

[imaginary friend]

Hope you were wearing your waterwings, Baby K!

[kwills]

Glug!

(where is everybody?)

[Karren B]

Bond…didn’t you hear me tell you not to press that button…I was sitting in the back of that fighter jet when you bailed out…Mmmm nice bit of silk in that parachute!.. anyway, I could have been a gonna then if it weren’t for my natural buoyancy aids….And I’ve lost my stilettos… Stop drowning for Gods sake… you’re a baby you’ll float…And let go of those NOW!!

Violet/’M’…do you know how dangerous it is following this id …Agent?

Pussy G. (Very wet…but not in a good way)
xxxx

[Violet]

I'm afraid this is a sad bit of news for Cumalot, and all of outer Cohenland. I am feeling that a part of me has died, in my psyche, I suppose. It feels to be the very best part of me that's now gone. I think when love dies, there really seems nothing left to live for.. especially when everything else in one's life is looking so bleak. I suppose if conscience did not make cowards of us all, then I'd be able to do this for real.. but as I am no doubt cowardly in that respect, I'll probably just live vaguely on, without this little outlet, it now seems..

.. so.. here is the last of v i o l e t.. It is, at least, one of the most beautiful passages in all of literature that sees her passing, spoken now by Queen Cate..

Queen Cate:
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

Sir F.:
And so Sweet Princess Violet is drowned??

Queen Cate:
Drowned.. drowned.

[Violet]

... MOMENTS LATER..

.. a handsome huntsman, walking beside the weeping brook that had taken away our princess, saw she was afloat there.. Quickly, he jumped into the water, pulling her to the bank of the stream, where he firmly pressed her body, causing the brook's grieving water to come out of her. She coughed at this, opening her eyes a moment.. then she fell back asleep..

.. the huntsman carried her to his forest cottage, where he undressed her, putting her to bed. He sent for the local apothecary.. He started a fire in the hearth, preparing some soup with the fowl he'd caught that morning.. and he waited patiently by the princess's side.. tending to her as she tossed and turned, and quietly moaned..

.. [Perhaps, in time, these wounds will heal.. and perhaps Sweet Princess Violet (flower) will return to us..
.. but for now, she needs some rest and quiet.. and it seems she is in good hands]..

[Cate]

Does love actually die Violet or does it just transform/transfigure ...
~~

one of the most beautiful passages in all of literature that sees her passing, spoken now by Queen Cate.

Ohhh – I’m Gertude – of course … so that would make me Lord M of 1’s mom – that works (and Henning would be King G’s brother or perhaps king G is the Brother of my only man I ever loved (whose name I can't remember - you know the chariot dude from when I was a viking queen) ... I hope this doesn't mean that king G - well, never mind I'm sure he wouldn't have.

It's to bad Lady K was not there with fabulously buoyant boobs that could have floated you to safety before you nearly drowned but
thank goodness that the huntsman heard your splash - how pretty you must have looked with the Lilies in your hair.

Rest sweet Violet, let him build you warm fires and bring you food perhaps when you feel better you could collect some wild flowers to leave drying at his door for him - love comes in so many different forms. (I've tried a new tea btw Butterfly tea which is made from some type of tree bark and has a fantastic smokey flavour)

my love to you,
the ghost of queen Cate - seems that I may have sipped from the wrong cup

p.s.
I hope the woodsman finds you a suitable apothecary if only SOMEBODY had not smushed my vestiphobic friend ...

[Violet]

.. [Violet, still being cared for at the huntsman’s cottage, is having a dream]..

Part 10
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TsUvi72EVIA
FULL SCREEN..
Part 11
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtLHkbY2AYY&NR=1
FULL SCREEN..
Part 12, finale
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6en61Tk3XE
FULL SCREEN..

Violet awakes from the dream, having experienced her own death.. as well, the death of her beloved.. It seems her heart -- that most exquisite and pure -- was but fodder in a lethal battle staged by those around her.. and even her seemingly heartless lover would be destroyed -- by power, and his own vanity.. used in the service of a jealous and treacherous contempt..

.. and while it’s true the most sinister of the lot was sorely censured.. still, how often does that happen? [Violet wondered].. and in the end, she and her lover were no longer.. and so.. what of such censure, too late in its abasement?..

.. but also.. [Violet thought]..

.. how clumsy we are with love..

.. if we knew how fine and rare a thing the truest of love was, could we be so clumsy with it?.. if only we knew.. how rare..

... as sometimes those do too late find.. such gifts entrusted there..

.. then Violet fell back asleep.. even fearing she would again meet her end..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hrWDRd2HoIo
FULL SCREEN..
.. [this song is my exception to my Elton exception.. there’s a moment just past the middle that I feel to be especially moving.. even if the end section is rather awkward and youtubey]..

[Violet]

Does love actually die Violet or does it just transform/transfigure ...
~~

one of the most beautiful passages in all of literature that sees her passing, spoken now by Queen Cate.

Ohhh – I’m Gertude – of course … so that would make me Lord M of 1’s mom – that works (and Henning would be King G’s brother or perhaps king G is the Brother of my only man I ever loved (whose name I can't remember - you know the chariot dude from when I was a viking queen) ... I hope this doesn't mean that king G - well, never mind I'm sure he wouldn't have.

It's to bad Lady K was not there with fabulously buoyant boobs that could have floated you to safety before you nearly drowned but
thank goodness that the huntsman heard your splash - how pretty you must have looked with the Lilies in your hair.

Rest sweet Violet, let him build you warm fires and bring you food perhaps when you feel better you could collect some wild flowers to leave drying at his door for him - love comes in so many different forms. (I've tried a new tea btw Butterfly tea which is made from some type of tree bark and has a fantastic smokey flavour)

my love to you,
the ghost of queen Cate - seems that I may have sipped from the wrong cup

p.s.
I hope the woodsman finds you a suitable apothecary if only SOMEBODY had not smushed my vestiphobic friend ...

Dear Q.C.. (ghost of??).. I'm still in bed, resting.. the gentle huntsman is out.. probably hunting.. he feeds me spoon fulls of the nicest soup.. if only I were hungry.. So far love has just transformed itself to.. I don't know.. quietness.. a little weepiness, I guess.. not as much now.. I don't even know why I'm crying anymore.. (the dreams I'm having don't help, though).. (I hated what the apothecary was doing to me in that last one.. now my back looks like a street in the Bronx).. (oh, and that's not a good thing).. (oh yeah, but that was just a dream).. [sigh]..
.. anyway.. I realized I didn't answer your kind message.. I guess I was feeling too weak at the time.. or maybe it was just that I was dreaming..
.. my love to you too.. s.p.v. (fl.).. xx x

[Violet]

.. [Violet has asked the kind, gentle huntsman if he would get her some vellum and some of her favorite violet ink.. She sees just outside the window that her efficient white dove has somehow found her in this little cottage in the woods outside of Cumalot.. (I did say he was efficient)..

Violet, though still quite weak, wants to finally write some letters.. first to kw-- uh, baby bond..

Dear Sir F. [code name: bond],
I can't write much as I'm very tired.. I was worried you might have drowned, and I nearly drowned myself, it seems, though no one here will speak of it.. still, the crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples still strewn in my hair seem a good indication that that might have been the case.. especially since I was the one who wrote that material for Bill Shakespeare in the first place, and so I guess it's good I didn't meet the fate of -- hmm.. whatever the name it was I decided on for that character.. something Greek, I think..
.. Anyway, I heard from my efficient white dove the nature of your present disaster.. It didn't sound to be a B-2 you were piloting.. and anyway, we'd not established your targets yet.. The pictures I saw were at best of bathing cabanas for tourists in the South of France, I think.. We'd have been in quite a mess if you hadn't have crashed, so it's good you spared us some haywire sort of success.. Anyway, soon I will try to get back to my tower where I can better hone in on your quiff antenna, and where I at least have some surveillance capability.. But for now, I'm being well tended to.. and need to try and rest more..
.. please take care of yourself.. I hope you too are in good hands.. I hope Lady -- uh, Agent Orange has come to your aid.. I think she has, but I'm foggy on details just now..
Signed, as always, your mother-like "M".

.. Violet takes out her special ink and commences to..

My dearest Lordship,
I'm so tired tonight, I can barely write. I'm also not
thinking terribly clearly.. I've been through a lot
these past few days.. Anyway, what is clear is my
sense that all has changed, that I can no longer pine
for you as I've been doing for so very long now.. This
I know I should not do, though my heart is always
playing a different tune, so.. I'm still at odds with
myself, it seems..
.. still.. I wanted to say that all is well, that all will be
okay..
Strange, but I sometimes am filled with a love I cannot
explain.. even amidst this time of darkness for me, it's
somehow arrived in me, this feeling that all of us are
cloaked in this lovely softness, this heavenly goodness..
like feeling the warmth of the sun on one's closed eyes
during a brisk fall day..
I guess I'm not sure what I'm saying, exactly, only that I
feel so much right now, even as it's an unspecific feeling..
it's just to say that all will be well.. whatever that may
mean.. it will be well.. though full well I know that life
is hard, and no one has it easy.. so I really can't say what
such a feeling means.. Perhaps it's just my sense of hope,
as truly I've been needing that right now..
.. anyway, I still want to say that I sorely miss you..

ever,
your v i o l e t (stem).. xx x

[kwills]

Okaay you guys! My name is Wayne...Jayne Wayne....thats right, Jayne Wayne ,can you say it better or something? Yes I am related to Big John The Duke, I sound remarkably like him too,which ain't easy for a woman, it kindsa throws off the men ya know? especially as I walk like him too! It's a family trait an' all that heredity thing.

Enough about me, we have a problem here and no one seems to be doing Jackshit about it! Has anyone noticed that Sweet Princess V is pining away? in fact she's in a coma and if it wasn't for my unusual quiff that is also an antenna,I wouldn't be able to hear her commands! SO COME ON GUYS GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!!!

Sir Falloffhishorsealot (what kinda goddamn name is that?) get off your horse and drink your milk you've got some hard work coming your way looking after this Cumalot place! Someone needs to make sure everything is running smoothly 'till your mistress returns! Stop blubbering and start training that shitalot donkey of yours!

Well,what have we here? King Gerry...King?....well you better start acting like a king..sire! That polished sword of yours has been polished for far too long! It has lost it edginess its hardness! We need you to USEyour sword,start waving it around,thrust it here and there,and show us what a man..nay.. a King you are! Remember you are the man around here,you must defend this realm of yours the people of Cumalot needs a King with some cut and thrust some spunk so to speak.

Kissy K , agent Orange or... what the hell?... Pussy Galore? You better start getting your act together in looking after that nincompoop agent Bond Kwills IS Bond! It's up to you two (God help us) to try and save Sweet Princess V YOUR BOSS if you need reminding! You must forget your mission on Henning for the time being your next mission is to track down His Lordship for your boss's sake ya hear me?

Queen Cate, even though you are supposed to be the Evil One around here I have my doubts about that,and you seem to have a special relationship with SPV,so I think you should help tend to her,you know ,mop her brow,give her some sweet tea, bed baths and such, and some of my distant relatives will help you.

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Imaginary Friend I'm depending on you to whip these misfits into some kinda shape (I hear you are very good at that kinda thing). You are the sort of person we need around here to dish out some discipline.(maybe I can see you privately?) Let me know if you need a hand or cuff!

Okaay that's all for now let's get cracking!

Jayne Wayne.

[Cate]

Hey I can be evil!!!
for example one morning Kissy K mentioned how tired she was and hopeful that she would finally be able to get some rest from her duties … but I smushed up little blue tablets and put them in the Kings tea (for about 2 weeks straight …. hee he he – I also put them in his mead at dinner as well just to make sure)

Well Jayne perhaps you can relate, you see while I pine for her she pines for another. I tried not giving her vellum hoping that she would forget but see now she has a handsome woodsman who’s brought her some. He’s probably all strong and handsome and rugged and such … what can I do, especially when it is Princess’s romantic side and never ending quest for unrequited love that stirs me to start with. I should bring her over some of my new butterfly tea though - it's very yummy ... perhaps that hunter is out killing things.

[Violet]

.. [Violet awakes with a heaviness in her chest.. She lies there.. not really recalling where she is.. as fragments of a song come to her.. words haunting.. and full of longing]..



.. v i o l e t takes you down.. to her place near the river..

.. you can hear the boats go by.. you can spend the night beside her..

.. and you know that she's half crazy.. but that's why you want to be there..

.. and she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China..

.. and just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her..

.. then she gets you on her wavelength.. and she lets the river answer..

.. that you've always been her lover..

.. and you want to travel with her.. and you want to travel blind..

.. and you know that she will trust you.. for you've touched her perfect body with your mind..

Now v i o l e t takes your hand.. and she leads you to the river..

.. she is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters..

.. and the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbour..

.. and she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers..

.. there are heroes in the seaweed.. there are children in the morning..

.. they are leaning out for love.. and they will lean that way forever..

.. while v i o l e t holds the mirror..

And you want to travel with her.. and you want to travel blind..

.. and you know that you can trust her..

.. for she's touched your perfect body with her mind..



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23GtOH7Z67w
FULL SCREEN..

[Violet]

My dearest Lordship,
I know I shouldn't be saying this,
but all these words -- everything --
you must know, are for you..
ever,
your v i o l e t (stem).. xx x