Tuesday, 17 June 2025

Salade Days!

'I fear, sir, that I seem to have won again', says Chamberlain Fecklenburg sadly.
'Fie and tush!' cries Prince Rupprecht of Bachscuttel. 'And also, bugger it!' he throws his cards aside. 'Poker isn't a real man's game anyway. Snap - that's what alpha gentlemen play these days'.
Fecklenburg shrugs. 'My lord, you still haven't settled the debt that you owed me on our last playing of Snap'.
'Bah!' retorts the prince sourly. 'How much do I owe you?'
'Bavaria', replies the chamberlain. 'And also Poland, depending upon the rules of inheritance and who it is that dies first'.
''Hmmph!' says the prince. 'Add it to my tab! Anyway,' he continues, after a pause, 'I've got another game that I think I shall play with you instead.'


A look of alarm passes across the chamberlain's face. 'It's not a painful game, my lord?' says the chamberlain in alarm. 'You're not going to suggest that you play me at chess?'
'Oh no, no, no, no!' says the prince quickly. 'Although ...' he stops and thinks. 'No, not this time. The new game that I have is a collectable card game where players battle using decks built from a vast array of spells, magical abilities, and vegetables'.
'Vegetables, my lord?'
'Yes - it's called 'Radish: The Buggering'. Would you like to play it with me?'
'No, sir. I really, really would not', says Fecklenburg firmly. The chamberlain frowns. 'But who could have invented such a game?'
'Donatien Alphonse Francois de Salade', replies Rupprecht.
'That great French pervert?'
'Yes', replies Rupprecht. 'The Marquise de Salade! The things he did with cucumbers', the prince continues, admiringly.

'Anyway, Fecklenburg', continues Rupprecht, 'wasn't there something that you wanted to tell me, before I so comprehensively defeated you at cards?'
'Indeed, sir', replies the chamberlain. 'I was trying to report to you that our allies, the Burgravate of Nabstria, have invaded Kurland!'
'But, Fecklenburg - haven't they already fought the Kurlandians?'
'Yes, sir. But they have now sought to regain the initiative by besieging and taking the town of Bogorovsk'.
'But they lost against the Kurlandians - why would they want to take them on again?'
'On the basis, I presume my lord, of "In for a penny, in for a pound"'.
Rupprecht frowns. 'But why would they be exchanging English money if all they want to do is fight?'
'No, my lord - it's an aphorism. Like "A bird in the hand is worth two in a bush"'.
Rupprecht snorts. 'But should I be putting my hands in bushes? Because, you know, I seem to have got into a lot of trouble for doing that in Austria'.
'No, my lord, an aphorism: it is a ...'. He looks at Rupprecht's thinking face - a sight only distinguishable from the bottom of a farting cat because the latter is less hairy. '... it is an irrelevance. All you need to know, my lord, is that our allies are attacking a Kurlandian border town'.
'Well, excellent. I think that the Nabstrians probably have a one hundred per cent chance of success!'
'They are Nabstrians, my lord. One hundred per cent seems quite high ... Sir, why are you taking out those vegetables ...'
'To try out the Marquise de Salade's game. Now, let me give you this aubergine ...'
'I think I'd like to leave now, my lord'.

2 comments:

  1. Cracking read, found myself laughing out loud, very enjoyable.

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  2. Thanks Donnie! Glad you enjoyed it! Cucumbers - they're 40% of the British sense of humour.

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