Sir-Rant-A-Lot's return

It’s been many years since Sir-Rant-A-Lot played court jester to the evil reptile. How he witnessed her breathing fire and calling out power over her cowering foolish subjects. Poor Sir-Rant-A-Lot, he knew not of the future he held in her presence; but without it, we have no story. So here it goes…

The crowd gathered silent in the new hall. They were neither friends nor foes to Sir-Rant-A-Lot. They just gathered together; in hopes that the lord before them would prove just and full of grace. But he turned out to be a damp sort of creature; putrid gank oozed out of his nostrils as he spoke. Poison to those only that he chose. And the crowd? Stupid, foolish, unintelligible crowd; they were enchanted in his rapture. “All hail the lord for he is great!” said they. The reptile crawled around his silver throne, split tongue flicking over his eyeballs. He dealt out his daily sermon and the foolish crowd with glinting eyes gazed up at his glory. His glory.

Alas for Sir-Rant-A-Lot who had no pledge for foolish insolence, he misread the reptile-lord’s orders and brought to him a more mediocre offering, unbound in gold as Sir-Rant-A-Lot had not known that such a fine ruler should order a grand offering at his first inquest. So Sir-Rant-A-Lot, with his wits and humor about him, set about making the reptile-lord accept his mediocre offering. The crowd was silent, but their thoughts rung through, how dare you question a lord, reptile as he may be, he a lord nonetheless!

How he heard none to the pleadings of Sir-Rant-A-Lot and jeered upon Sir-Rant-A-Lot’s grieving back “Off with his head!! Do you hear me? Off with his head!!”. How he sat back in his reptilian throne and muttered in victory of Sir-Rant-A-Lot’s insolence at bringing such a mediocre offering. The crowd, stupid and helpless, began to whisper of the one whose head was to be brought to the ground. Sir-Rant-A-Lot should have known better. These are not people worthy of respect: be it the reptile-lord or the crowd. They are nothing but one. None worthy of respect, for they rule with wrath and prejudgements.

Years from that time of my life, I look upon it and today I say to you madam: you are nothing but a bully. You have no greatness about you that you can only resort to finding that poor soul who is helpless against you and then you start working your sorcery. … “because I am kind and fair…” was what you said. Fine enough, I shall allow for that possibility that it was in my youthly foolishness that brought on your wrath. But let God be the judge of how you misused your power against me. How you let wrath and rage be your ruler. How you let your emotions run through your putrid veins and break down an untouched soul. You may be great in your reptilian world; but I know. You are nothing but a bully.