Savoring the Bittersweet

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“Hey, what about King Arnie of Bog and his Knights of Service? They don’t write… they don’t call…” You, trying to remember what they were doing 50 episodes ago.

When we last saw the fine fighting forces of Bog, King Arnie was honoring Lady Connie, her family, and their neighbors for helping to win the final battle against the Marauders. Well, final for now. Together, Bog and Fen had repelled the enemy without conquering them, and no one was foolish enough to think the war was over.

So what have they been doing?

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A Mother’s Joy

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Standing before her King, Connie’s honesty tussled with the rare and exquisite pleasure of being singled out for praise, and won.

“Your Greatness, I did what any mother — any parent — would have done if they saw their baby in danger. As pleased as I am that my Arnold has told the world he’s proud of me, I can’t take credit for my instincts. Besides, Arnold’s elder sister, my first born, actually went back toward all those fangs to grab Bitsy and pull her into the house. She’s the brave one.”

“Permission to speak, your Greatness,” came a voice from the ranks behind him.

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A Son’s Pride

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The whispers began in the woods beyond Connie’s garden and grew to exultant shouts by the time they reached her windows.

“The King is coming! The King is coming!”

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The Redeye Out of Fen

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Back to Bog, where the battle continues.

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The first few Knights to meet the front line of Marauders outside Connie’s home were leaderless and astronomically outnumbered, but they fought with grim resolve: better to die than lose any of Bog’s children.

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Mommy’s Home

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Vernon’s tale will have to wait. Bog is under attack.

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The rabid reds raced north toward the center of Bog, pursued by the Knights of Service. Marauders slithered unchecked from the northern border on a collision course to meet them. Devastation lay in their wake.

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Let’s Make a Deal

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“Be at ease, Madam Duggla,” the King said, “I only wish to speak with you.”

Wiggling in a vain attempt to loosen her arms from the grip of the Knights who’d brought her, the old crone eyed the King with sullen suspicion. “Then send your jailers away,” she growled.

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Heads or Snails

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The Knights of Service worked together in silence tending to the injured, removing the fallen, gathering the weapons left behind. Someone had taken the initiative to mount the heads of the vanquished Marauders on pikes and stab them into the ground as a crude fence of morbid monuments facing outward along the border.

Let them feel their triumph with their grief, King Arnie thought. Soon the day will come when we feel sufficiently secure and ashamed enough to take it down. Today was not that day.

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