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What do you see?

Nothing. There are leaves in the way.

Use your imagination, Conor O’Malley.

What do you see?

  • I see a spark.
  • Yes.

And?

No, it’s water.

It’s watercolor.

Keep looking.

Wow!

Wow, indeed.

Long ago, before this was a town,

with roads and trains and cars, this was a kingdom.

Here? We don’t even have a Tesco.

It was a prosperous kingdom with a wise king who had won peace for his people,

but peace had come at a price.

The king had lost all three of his sons in battle to giants.

To dragons.

To armies of men led by great wizards.

This is all sounding pretty fairytale-ish.

You wouldn’t say that if you heard the screams of a man killed by a spear.

The queen was unable to bear the loss of all their three sons,

leaving the king alone in despair

with the company of his only remaining heir,

his orphaned grandson.

The child was raised as a prince,

winning the love of the kingdom with his gallantry and good heart.

His people loved him.

Our future king!

He was nearly a man when his grandfather took a new wife.

The king felt ill and rumour began to spread that she was an evil witch,

that she was bent on taking the throne for herself

by poisoning the king.

A few weeks later, the king died.

The prince was too young to take the king’s place,

so, by law, the queen would rule for another year.

The future was uncertain.

The prince, meanwhile, had given away his heart.

She was beautiful and smart,

and though only a farmer’s daughter, the kingdom smiled on the match.

The queen, however, she was rather enjoying being queen.

And what better way to remain so than to marry the prince herself?

What? That’s disgusting!

  • She was his grandmother!
  • Step-grandmother.

And still a young, beautiful woman herself, don’t forget.

The prince, however, didn’t like the idea either.

He took the farmer’s daughter and they rode away into the night.

They stopped to rest under the branches of a yew tree.

That’s you!

The next morning, the prince awoke.

‘Arise, my beloved’, he said.

But the farmer’s daughter did not stir,

which was when the prince noticed the blood.

Blood?

Someone had killed his beloved in the night.

What?

‘The queen!’, he cried.

‘The queen has murdered my bride!’

The villagers, full of fury and vengeance, rose up at the crime.

It was then that I came walking.

The queen was never seen again.

Good! She deserved it!

Now, I don’t suppose you can help me with my grandma.

The story is not yet finished.

I took the queen and carried her far enough away

so the town’s people would never find her.

To a village by the sea, where she began a new life.

But she killed the farmer’s daughter!

How can you save a murderer?

You really are a monster.

I never said she killed the farmer’s daughter.

I only said that the prince said it was so.

The prince never fell asleep that night,

but waited for the farmer’s daughter to be lost in her dreams,

and then began his real plan.

What?

He knew her death would start a fire that would consume the queen entire.

That’s a terrible story! And a cheat!

It’s a true story.

Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

Kingdoms get the princes they deserve.

Farmers’ daughters die for no reason.

And sometimes witches merit saving.

Quite often, actually. You’d be surprised.

So, the good prince was a murderer

and the evil queen wasn’t a witch after all?

No, the queen most certainly was a witch

and could well have been on her way to great evil.

Who can say?

Then why’d you save her then?

Because what she was not, was a murderer.

She hadn’t poisoned the king.

He had merely grown old.

  • Did the prince ever get caught?
  • No.

He became a much beloved king

who ruled happily until the end of his long days.

Oh, yes!

I don’t get it.

Who’s the good guy here?

There is not always a good guy, Conor O’Malley.

Nor is there always a bad one.

Most people are somewhere in between.

So how is all this meant to save me from Grandma?

It is not her you need saving from.

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