The Priest calls.
So far, I have left the wedding arrangements in Senga's wide and brutal hands. She seems to know what she's doing. All I feel the need to do is to turn up at the right time.
Senga insists I have to be involved too. I really don't have time for all this but she's not going to shut up about it unless I take an interest. So I agreed to meet the priest who would conduct the ceremony.
Today, the fourth priest arrived. The first ran screaming when I opened the door, the second exploded (it was an accident) and I took a dislike to the third. Far too pious. He's in the laboratory. And the swamp. And the kitchen. He'll be at the wedding in spirit, I think.
For our fourth priestly visit, I was charged with being on my best behaviour until I explained what I considered that to be. Then I was charged with sitting still, shutting up and nodding when instructed. It sounded effortless so I agreed, on condition she kept her veil on for the duration of the visit. She blames me for that exploding priest but I suspect there was a slipped veil involved. We have to be careful. This is the last priest in the village.
The Reverend Chyme Duodenum, from the Church of the Holy Mutant Squirrel, seemed like a nice enough chap. He blanched ony slightly at the description of the Dume wedding ceremony and didn't spill his tea at the Cutting of the Cook. They usually object to that but he just enquired, politely but a little shrilly, if there was any similar requirement attached to his role. On being assured there was not, he became much more relaxed.
Reverend Duodenum was in good spirits. His congregation has swelled lately, due to the mysterious disappearance of the other three priests. I would have explained but Senga had instructed me to remain silent. I'll tell him after the wedding.
So I was involved in this part of the planning, which has placated Senga somewhat. I don't remember much about it because I wasn't listening but I caught the date. April 30th.
Damn. I had plans. Well, surely a wedding won't take all day?
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One hopes a wedding wouldn't take all day. Shall I send the gifts of severed heads and preserved organs in frosted jars to the castle, or drop them off at the guest table?
Posted by: Merc | April 24, 2009 11:00 PM
Just pile them up in the corner with the rest of the pot-luck buffet.
I have instructed Death to leave the guests alone until midnight, and I'll be calling 'Run' at eleven.
That still gives me time to get home before Beltane.
Posted by: Dume | April 24, 2009 11:24 PM