Drengur, a goodly lad, tall and strong, untested
Sought a king’s gift in the earth.

Joe’s Diner used to be one of those greasy-spoon dives where only the regulars ate.  But then it got famous, for a while.

“Bring forth the accused.”

 Procurer-General Dufief nodded to his men.The heavy tread of booted feet resounded through Castle Vilvorde’s stone halls.The door wardens soon returned with their charge.Priestly vestments hung from his sparse frame.His spindly shanks were wrapped in thick leggings despite the full bloom of summer. Four hundred and fifty days of Vilvorde’s inner sanctum now left him less restrained and more supported by his burly guards.They brought him before the assembled commissioners.