4th day of August

Again doth we awake from the floor of our minor manor by the tolling of the noon bell. Whilst we rest, the feline hath reclaimed her domain of the den, but as we stir, she retreats once more to the fortified closet. To fill our bellies, I conjure up a breakfast of eggs, fish, and keen spices all stirred to sumptuous marriage.

The new day presents to our company but a two minor quests. Sir Riley departs to restore our carriage Sandy to full health as she drags a pipe from her rear that doth sputter a most acrid exhale. Viceroy Matthew and this humble scribe doth venture to find a local courier who might usher some of our wares to patrons of the Metal Shakespeare Company across the continent. Let it be known, good readers that you need not see us in the flesh to obtain our goods. Through the aisles of this curious interweb can you procure our tunics, magic discs, and other such effects, and we shall send them post haste o'er land and sea that you might enjoy our revelry though there be many leagues between us. This many rod high city of Denver be laid out in a curious manner, and though good Cleo doth profess to navigate us to a local courier, the shop she chooses exists not. Perhaps she hath grown tempermental and envious of the many fair maidens with which we hath shared many a good time as she steers us down many roads. Take heart, sweet Cleo, for you are but the only pilot we know, and were you not but an intangible spirit that doth reside in the magic talking stone of Lord Simms, we wouldst surely welcome you to our revelry.

Though the day finds our ranks separated through across the shire as we tend to our own tasks, we all receive fledgling words of ill fate for tonights performance, ominous utterances that the tavern of Old Curtis doth not intend to welcome us upon its stage. Be this true? What be it about this land of Colorado that its taverns desire not of our presence. Though the town criers and their literature sing praises of our arrival, we still meet hostility with the local taverns. The proprietors of Old Curtis harken not to our calls, their silence bodes ill for the evening. And yet with these stormy tidings, doth opportunity once more rain upon our troop.

The same voices that doth whisper of our forsaken performance carry an urging towards paying a visit to a tavern by the likes of Three Kings. Surely must we humble ourselves in the proceedings. One must take tread lightly lest he fall afoul with in the court of but one king, and thusly thrice so in the court of three. Cleo guides us to the tavern with an archer's precision. Perhaps she hath forgiven us? We make acquaintance with the barkeep who in turn introduces us the the Lord of the night's performance. The good Lord takes pity upon our company adrift, and assures us a stage at the end of the eve. In my own perusal of the night's bill, by breath is stolen by the announcement of the presence of one Giant Squid. For years have I heard the call of the Giant Squid and surely twill be an honor to grace the same stage. And with what fortune doth such a nautical leviathan venture from its aquatic realm and scale the mountains to play here tonight.

We retreat to our carriage to imbibe ale, taking great care to know at all lengths the whereabouts of the keys. For sooth will Sir Francis Lord Bacon meddle not with the eve's staging. The Lord of the Three Kings burst from the tavern front, informing us that there hath been a shift in the nights agenda and we shall play but second. With the thirst of men marooned upon the desert doth we empty our ales and dash to erect our stage and change to our vestments. The appearance of our curious company summons many to the tavern, and with our first tones doth we bring them closer to our stage. Happy to have been merely granted a stage, we shave but a single song from our performance so as not to upset the schedule, but no more diminished be our recitation. Sound boxes ablaze and fingers flying doth we rage.

As much of a pleasure to play, the remainder of the evening treats us all the kinder. Grayceon performs but three men strong, or rather two men and one woman strong, but there sound roars with the howl of a whole army. The fair maiden of their company plays an instrument of our time, the cello, though this particular instrument was of not of the chamber nature, but rather looked to be carved from the bones of a great whale, perhaps a fallen prey of the legendary Giant Squid.

Lo! then doth the beast surface to rock the foundation of the court of Three Kings! How it bellows, hungry for the souls of land locked mariners, and it is with our own hungry ears that we doth lay our company abreast its maw. Hearty handshakes abound following their performance, and whilst their master of drums produce a celebratory sample of the sustenance of the hashashin, I fear not that he consort with the bastard Bacon, for whilst Sir Francis hath barred us from Old Curtis, he could not know of our success we find in the court of Three Kings.

Local wizards bearing the name Kingdom of Magic close the evening's ceremonies. For sooth doth I wish our travels across New Spain may afford us a visit to this Kingdom of Magic, for their tunes are most heavy and yet how they command a still body to move. I dare say that this evening finds us in the most esteemed of musical brethren. With thirst abated by ale and ears sweetly ringing with the nights music doth we retreat to a tavern for one last cheers with the friends of Sir William Sly before returning to our abode as the Giant Squid returns to the sea.