Charlie dreams of becoming a great hero and having fantastic adventures. He gets everything he wishes for when he finds himself stranded in the magical Wingle forest; he is transformed into a powerful knight and discovers the legendary race of elves who live in a city in the treetops. Unfortunately, all of this comes with a price, Charlie can remember nothing of his past life as a child and he begins to realise that grown-up adventures are not nearly as much fun as the imagined adventures of children.
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The meal was eaten in virtual silence. The twins were unaccustomed to eating amongst such noble company and the gentry themselves spent the meal racking their minds for acceptable subject matter for conversations with soldiers. Questions such as “which regiment do you belong to then” or “Do you know General Helddor” met with courteous yet brief replies from Elnor and the silence resumed.
As for Charlie the meal was a wonder. Unaware whether or not he had tried elvish cuisine before everything was new to him and he approached each course with hungry anticipation. The meats; chicken then beef, were familiar, but the herbs and spices they were served with were entirely exotic and Charlie enjoyed sampling each new flavour. He wanted dearly to ask what it was he was eating but was fearful of speaking up in front of so many important strangers.
King Leod had arrived late for the meal and now the guests at his large oval-shaped dinner table waited patiently for him to finish his second helping of plum pudding. The hollow silence was broken only by the clinking of his fork.
“I do love desserts” he said putting the fork down at last. The heaviness of the air lifted with relief at the sound of his voice.
“A meal isn’t complete without a dessert don’t you think?” He was addressing Charlie and the twins now, each smiled and nodded their agreement.
“My trouble is that I was born King you see. Word gets out that I like my desserts and every chef worth his hat in Lynothia is presenting me with new and improved recipes for puddings, cakes, trifles. All trying to win my favour. Of course I like them all. Now to be a chef is a very sort after profession in this city. We have over fifty here at the palace alone. Believe me if I wasn’t a king I’d be a much leaner man.”
The silence resumed. Elni was ready to explode at being forced to endure a meal with lords and ministers, waiting for some kind of decision that would affect the fate of her entire city. Even Charlie was growing impatient, after the strangeness of the day he was exhausted and longed simply to sleep. The elves seemed to be so tied up in their own affairs; he doubted very much that any real decision would be made about him tonight.
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