The Enchanted Wood (Part 3)

As the door opened, he could see the room was filled with people. They looked at him as he entered everyone smiled saying good evening. He was ushered to the top of the table and seated beside a beautiful young woman. Her smile radiated the room with light and warmth. “Hello, you must be Lord Charles my husband to be. I am Princess Juliet.” Her voice flowed through him like a river of tranquillity. At first, he was not sure just what to say to her. He stumbled over his words and it made her laugh. Suddenly he was at ease and it seemed they were the only two in the room and when he looked around, they were the only two everyone else had disappeared. As they chatted he felt at home, a home he could only have wished for. They ate and talked and when they had finished the food and the dishes disappeared. Suddenly as if by magic, an orchestra began playing. They got up and danced and danced and danced into the late evening. They then took a stroll into the garden in the moonlight, walking arm in arm. They stopped briefly, where he stole a kiss. As he awoke the next morning, he could not remember much of the night before only that he had met his princess and had a wonderful time. “I am your clothes for today.” He looked around as the clothes suddenly threw themselves at him and suddenly he was dressed. “I see you are ready M’ Lord.” “Ready for what? ” “Your wedding M’ Lord.” He followed the tall man down the stairs and out into the courtyard where a carriage pulled by six white horses stood waited for him. He stopped and looked around apart from the crowds of people white doves danced pirouettes in the sky. They looked golden as the sun painted them with its warming rays. Flags and pennants of different colours hung out from everywhere. From the Cathedral, church bells filled the air as the carriage moved slowly along the cobble stone streets lined with people either side. He sat and waved at them through the window of the carriage as the procession passed. Within a few minutes, they arrived at the great city Cathedral. As he stepped from the carriage, there seemed a party atmosphere everywhere. Entering the Cathedral the serine voices of the choir rose up to the rafters as the Cathedral bells could be heard across the hamlets. The pews were filled from front to back. He stood at the alter waiting for his bride to be. He felt that this must be all a dream and in a moment, he would awake back to the harsh realities of his life. Then the organ announced of the brides arrival. To be concluded 18-19 April 2011