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The Adventures of Sir Rupert the Bold

Updated on July 5, 2014

The Eldest Brother


The Middle Brother


The Youngest Brother


The Unlikely Tale of the Three Brothers of Bear Castle and The Golden Haired Sylph

A Faerie Romance


Joseph S. Ray

Sir Rupert had never visited Bear Castle for it was a long journey for a little mouse to make. However, like everyone in Animalis and probably in Charm, he knew quite a bit about it. So he was quite surprised when the three bear brothers, Erling the Eldest, Esben, and Olaf the Youngest, of the castle asked him to help them. Now, though the trip would have been quite long for the mouse to make on his own, he had recently befriended a unicorn, who happily bore him to the castle. I may at some later date tell you the tale of how he befriended the unicorn. The bears welcomed the young, knightly mouse into their stronghold. Then Sir Rupert listened to the tale of their woes.

“It all began when we went out hunting in The Wastes,” the old gray furred Erling began.

“Indeed, it did,” his two brothers chimed in.

“What started?” Rupert asked.

“Well, we had had a very successful day and came home with three great big boars, and then went to have our evening porridge,” Erling continued with the tale.

“Mine had three big dollops of honey in it,” brown furred Olaf said with a gleam in his eyes.

“That sounds a bit sickeningly sweet,” Rupert commented.

“I like mine with no honey,” Erling said.

“And that sounds bland,” Rupert said with a shake of his head and a twitch of his nose.

“And I like mine with only one medium sized dollop,” the black furred Esben said.

“Do continue,” Rupert said with a wave of his paw.

“To our horrors,” Esben, taking up the tale, said, “we found our porridge eaten. Well, Olaf’s porridge and Erling’s porridge were only partially eaten, but mine was all gone. Being tired from our long hunt though, we went to our beds.”

“Indeed, we did,” Erling and Olaf said.

“I like my bed covered with cushions and pillows so that it is as soft as a cloud,” Olaf said.

“I sleep on a slab of stone,” Erling added

“How?” Rupert asked.

“And I sleep on a simple mattress,” Esben finished.

“Do continue,” Rupert said with a wave of his paw.

“Well,” Olaf, picking up the tale, said, “Erling and I found our beds already slept in. My cushions and pillows were quite a mess, and Erling’s blanket lay on the floor.”

“I would’ve never left my blanket on the floor,” Erling said in a haughty voice.

“But the most distressing thing to be found was found in Esben’s bed,” Olaf continued. “He let out a terrifying roar for there was a silver skinned, golden haired girl, sleeping in his bed. At once she leaped to her feet, and as swift as the wind she darted into the night.”

“So what seems to be the problem?” Rupert asked.

“If it had stopped there, all would’ve been fine,” Erling said with a shake of his head, “but it has happened every day since.”

“We have tried with all our might and skill, but we cannot capture the cheeky lass,” Esben said.

“So I thought of the tales that I had heard of you,” Olaf finished.

Rupert found the tale quite disturbing for he had read one like it in Arvid’s Library. Looking at the brothers, he said, “I suggest that you depart for your daily hunt, and I shall trap the perpetrator.” The brothers nodded their heads and departed.

The Air Elemental

Aethera the Sylph
Aethera the Sylph

Meeting The Sylph

Resting his paw on the hilt of his rapier like blade, Rupert began to walk about the castle. This was quite a bit of work for him though, seeing as how he was mouse, and the castle was built for great big bears. Still he persevered until he heard a sound in the dining room. He scurried there at once and found the golden haired girl trying the three bowls of porridge. Reaching Esben’s bowl, she let out a contented sigh.

“Why are you eating the bears’ porridge, sylph?” Rupert asked.

The golden haired girl’s deep, stormy blue eyes turned towards him, and she giggled. “You, sir knight, are far more courteous than the bears.”

“Well, you have been trespassing on their land and robbing from them,” Rupert replied.

“True, true,” the girl said with a few more giggles.

“Care to tell me why, sylph?” Rupert pressed.

“Oh please, good sir knight, call me Aethera,” the sylph said with a smile. “You are wise to detect my nature. It is quite true that I am a sylph, an elemental of the wind and the storm.”

“Why are you not with your people?”

“My people bored me,” she said with another giggle. “All we ever do is dance about in the sky above.”

“It is entertainment, you seek then?”

“In part,” Aethera said with another giggle.

“Do you mean to answer any of my questions?”

Adopting a serious tone of voice, Aethera replied, “I shall make a deal with thee, good sir mouse. Answer me, my riddles three, and I shall answer thee.”

“Then ask thy riddles three,” Rupert replied.

Aethera giggled and clapped her hands in delight. Then she said:

My tines are long,

My tines are short,

My tines end ere,

My first report.

Rupert looked at her for a moment and slowly shook his head. He had heard that sylphs could often be the most carefree of all the elementals, but he also knew that they could be the most destructive. They were the elementals of wind and storm, and so it was right for them to be by nature both capricious and destructive. Focusing on that thought, he came to the conclusion of the riddle and answered, “Lightning.”

Aethera giggled at his response and clapped her hands again. “Good sir mouse,” she said, “you are quite clever.”

Rupert bowed to her.

Then Aethera said:

One too sweet,

One too bland,

One just right,

What are we?

Rupert glanced at the table and laughed. “Porridge,” he answered.

Aethera giggled. “Indeed, the middle brother is the only one with good taste,” she said.

Rupert nodded his head. “That may be so,” he said.

Then Aethera said in a sing-song voice:

One too soft,

One too hard,

One just right,

What are we?

Remembering the tale of brothers, Rupert answered, “Beds.”

Aethera clapped her hands, and then leaping to her feet, she danced about. “Now, ask thy questions mouse,” she said with a laugh.

“Why are you eating their porridge and sleeping in their beds?”

“I’m hungry, and I’m tired,” Aethera replied.

“Why do you try each every night though?”

“I forget which is which,” Aethera answered.

“Why did you come here?”

“For fun,” Aethera answered, “and I thought that I might be of use to the bears as the winds torment their castle so.”

“Then why didn’t you offer?”

“I meant to, but they always roar at me, and so I take fright, forget, and run away,” she answered.

Rupert slowly nodded his head. “I believe that I can solve this situation,” he said.

Soon Rupert sent for the bears, and he explained the situation to them. Hearing everything, each of the bears felt somewhat astounded. They at once agreed that the sylph could be quite useful. So it was that from then on, there were always four bowls of porridge at the table in Bear Castle and four beds in the room. One bowl was always too sweet, one bowl was always too bland, and two bowls were always just right. One bed was always too soft, one bed was always too hard, and two beds were always just right. Rupert then departed from there and continued on his many adventures.

The End

© 2014 Joseph Ray


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