Life in the pocket kingdom of Mirryam was happy until the invasion... suddenly it was up to young Lilly and her friend, Jedket, to save their land.
Lilly of Mirryam
It was quite a peaceful invasion, as invasions went. Duke Bezzal and his men trooped into the castle hallway, looked about, curled their lips, then called a special meeting with King Donathan and his advisor.
'How can they do that?' asked Lilly as Col led the crowd of men into the Throne Room. They jingled and jangled as they walked, for all of them wore smart uniforms hung with medals and chains.'This is your kingdom, not theirs. Isn't it up to you to call a meeting?'
'They don't seem to think so,' said King Donathan. 'I may as well let them have their own way, since they're our guests.'
Lilly thought guests should be more pleasant than Duke Bezzal and his men. Several of them had stared at her as if she should have been tidied out of sight in a sewing parlour. 'You ought to go and put on your cloak and crown, Father,' she said. 'Then they won't be quite so sneery and they won't look so far down their noses. The duke hasn't got a crown.'
'I will do that,' said King Donathan, 'although I'm not sure if one king with a crown and an advisor is the equal of one duke, twenty lords, a trumpeter and a herald.'
'Of course he is,' said Lilly. 'Especially since the king is you and the advisor is Col.'
King Donathan went to the meeting and Lilly went out to the stables. Hindley had certainly opened both eyes. He was even out of his chair, looking angry and harried. 'Twenty-three extra horses!' he exploded. 'Where am I expected to put twenty-three extra horses?'
'We could clear out one of the coach-houses,' said Jedket. 'There would be room for twelve or so in there. Then we could put Skerry and Fitch and the three mares out to grass. That would give room for five more.'
'The other six could go in the little dairy stalls,' suggested Lilly. 'The cows won't mind.'
'Excellent!' said Hindley to Jedket. 'Just what I was going to order myself. See to it.'