The door was opened to Balcor’s chamber. The happy reunion of the family began. Balcor had invited the entire kingdom to celebrate the return of his nephew. Dancing gypsies were singing and playing fiddles. Fluttering their shawls like brightly colored butterflies, as they danced across the floor. Barrels of ale and rum were being carried into the dining hall, and emptied just as quickly.
The sounds of joyous laughter filled the rooms all the way down the corridor. The sounds only faded or dyed down some, when the boos were gone. Large men fell to the floor in their drunken state.
“Have you chosen a wife?” Balcor asked Kyle. “If not then you have done yourself a favor coming to see me!” He laughed and pointed around the courtyard. “You may have any wench you desire.”
Kyle watched his un
