Chapter 2- A Pre-Inquiry
"This has gone too far," Nealan of Queenscove complained," Cooking Dinner!?! We're going to be knights, not palace chefs!."
As they walked down the halls of the royal palace, all of the young pages had to agree with this enthusiastic fellow they'd befriended.
"As the stump says, "We must never turn our backs on those needing help". I bet the royal families' stomachs will be hungry and needy so we must help in our feeble way," Owen explained.
The other pages contemplated the lad's statement and inferred that it wasn't very logical. Well, they thought, Owen isn't very logical!
Kel smiled. Her friends, if anything were very good entertainment. We're going to have to do it, she thought, so we might as well know what we're supposed to cook.
She turned to Roald, thinking he'd probably know what his parents like to eat.
"What do your parents like to eat?" Kel inquired, and then went on," No matter how unnecessary or illogical this is, we're going to have to do it. We might as well know what we're cooking".
"Well," Roald replied," I really don't know. I think they applaud everything the cooks stir-up be diplomatic and to appear nice".
"Then we'll have to ask Her Royal Majesty herself!" said Neal(never missing a chance to see a gorgeous lady).
"What!!!" the others squawked.
"My mother is human, you know," Roald said, a bit offended.
"Yes, but with her inhumanly beauty that defies all before her, the way she walks her skirts like a gently flowing rive-". The other pages quickly duck-taped Neal's mouth shut.