A Story, In Part

This was the email exchange I had with Margot a couple of weekends ago when I was in Maine for work:

On Jan 25, 2014, at 10:21 PM, Margot wrote:

I miss you. When you come back I will be very happy. This is a story for you.

"Once upon a time, two children hatched from an egg. This seems odd, but they were, in appearance, normal children. A stable boy had heard crying coming from the chicken pen, gone to investigate, and came back holding a girl and a boy, to young to know their names.

He took them to the king as a present for the king's birthday. It was not uncommon to receive babies as a present if you were king. The young king's mother, who was in charge until the king was old enough to rule, was going to send them to some childless noble family when she looked into their eyes. They seemed so much more real than other babies. The mother queen sent the children to live with her son. They would be nice, she thought.

And they were nice. Everyone after two or so years stopped talking about how the five-year-old king and the two three-year olds went everywhere together. They ate, slept, played, even talked, together. They were inseparable."

I will finish this story later.

XO Margot

On Sat, Jan 25, 2014, Carrie Fletcher wrote:
Margot, what a fabulous story!!  I cannot wait to see what happens next!  I miss you, too.
Love, Mom

On Sun, Jan 26, 2014 at 11:44 AM, Margot wrote:

"When the king turned twelve, he was deemed old enough to rule. He was no longer allowed to play with Artemis and Apollo. The twins had been named after the Greek gods that the people worshiped. There had been a time, when, before turning seven, they were watching the young king Thomas practicing archery. They had picked up bows and arrows, and to the courtiers' great astonishment, shot six bulls-eyes in a row. That is how they got their names."

Now - don't you want to know what happens next??  Me, too.