Oooh! Round four, already? I must really like you people. I don't usually write this much, even for my 20 page history papers! Whew! It's bad enough that I'm still writing this, but it seems that Mendanbar escaped, stole my cherries jubilee, and then ran off with Cimorene.
I knew I shouldn't have left the fanfiction window open...
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Chapter 4: Magicans, Chortles, and Clumsy Kings -or- Mendanbar apologizes

The shorter man looked over Mendanbar's shoulder with interest. "You smashed it, but were able to place it back together without the message being destroyed? Fascinating! Would you do it again? I must admit the idea of recording a message on a mirror is ingenious, if a tad silly. To have the molecular structure hold the message like a puzzle, thus allow play back on the imprinted message even if the mirror was damaged in handling. Huh." He scratched his beard thoughtfully.
"If you want me to repeat it exactly as I did before, we'll have to get the messenger out of the trashbin, and let me stuff him back in again, Telemain." Mendanbar grinned slightly at the satisfaction he had gotten giving the loud mouth messenger his due.
Morwen gave Mendanbar a look of slight irritation. "Mendanbar, I'm ashamed of you! How would you like it if someone stuff you into a trashcan just for waking them up? 'Don't shoot the messenger.'"
He looked up, looking slightly miffed at the comic. "I don't wake people up, and that wasn't the problem. He insulted my steward, and told him that he did care if he was 'interrupting the king's sex life.' So I say he deserved it." Mendanbar crossed his arms and sat back in his chair. "And, of course, the mirror was the final blow."
Morwen blinked, and then shrugged. "I can't argue that logic. However, have you thought to ask him about the situation? In exchange for being, ah, released from the trashbin?"
"She's right, you know, Mendanbar." Everyone turned to see Cimorene walked in, followed by the dragon Kazul. Kazul, upon hearing the news of the impending war against her former princess and good friend, had toasted some of the trees nearest the castle. Now in a slightly better mood, she was all for helping getting rid of this nuisance.
Mendanbar grumbled and sulked a bit. "Leave him in there. The stupid, good for nothing messenger from a two bit kingdom that now wants to go to war with me..." He slumped his shoulders and scowled.
His wife looked at him with bemused interest, before leaning over and kissing him softly on the cheek. "You are such a big baby at times. But the sooner we get him out, the sooner we know how to solve this, and the sooner things get to go back to normal." She kissed him again, and whispered in his ear, "Don't forget the promise you made this morning."
Mendanbar's head jerked up at that. "I'll be right back with him." And he ran to the kitchen.
Telemain and Morwen both looked at each other, and then quizzically at Cimorene, who watched her husband nearly run straight into the kitchen door. Telemain turned to see the King successfully hit himself in the backside with the swinging door. "Why didn't he use his transportation spell?"
Morwen chuckled slightly at Telemain obivious statement. Kazul, who was quite aware of everything said, let out a very dragonish chortle at the clumsier-than-usual King of the Enchanted Forest.

"Telemain, don't even think about it! Put that mirror down now!" Morwen held onto the mirror that the magician had just tried to drop. After swatting him lightly on the head, she put the mirror back down in the middle of the table.
Telemain frowned and rubbed his head. "I was interested in seeing how the mirror reacted to the stress of being shattered at a tall height to see if indeed the magical interface would be affected, or if that the image percieved by the eye was unharmed in smaller form...." Morwen quite finished with listening to him ramble on, swatted him a little harder and lead him back to the group.
The messenger, having been fished out of the trash bin by Mendanbar, had provided some useful information. It turns out he hadn't wished to be so rude, but he had thought The King of the Enchanted Forest was a friend of the King of Eldanberg. It seemed that the King of Eldanberg, being a very silly prince and now a very silly king, had taken into his head that he could run the country himself, with only a few trusted advisors. This, as any true student of politics knows, spelled out disaster for the kingdom. Naturally, all in the kingdom had a very simmering hatred for the new silly king.
Mendanbar grimaced at the horrible stories the messenger told. "Maybe if we wait a month, he'll be overthrown."
Morwen shook her head. "Knowing how 'traditional' this king is, he's probably got himself some wizard protecting him. He's probably gathering troops now, getting ready to attack. How, how I'd like to know, though. Isn't Eldanberg across the Mountains of Morning?"
Cimorene nodded. "Now that you mention it, this sounds more and more like a plot thought up by the wizards to take over the Enchanted Forest. Not many people know how the king is picked, and they might assume if Eldanberg attacks, King," Cimorene thought a moment, trying to remember the idiot's name, "Humphert will become the new King of the Enchanted Forest. Then he could hand them the way to start sucking the magic out of the Forest again."
They pondered this all in silence for a moment before Cimorene spoke up again. "Well, that settles it. I'm going to do what should have done in the first place." With that, she began walking over to the study.
"Do what, Cimorene?" Mendanbar got up to go with her.
"I'm to call up the King of Eldanberg."