The Meeting Of The Storytellers

[Wiseman]

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The two continued until they came to Charlie’s Greek Restaurant in the lobby of the hotel Graea.

“Isn’t this where my cousin is staying?” said John

“That’s correct,” said Sarah, “He will be meeting us for lunch. Would you mind getting us a table while I go over to the front desk and have the manager call his room.”

John went into the restaurant and found a table next to a short round-headed blue gentleman with beady eyes.

In a few minutes Sarah and Jacob came in.

“John,” said Jacob.

“Jacob,” said John.

“I see you still have the same dog, you left Germany with.” said Jacob

“So do you,” said John as the two canines greeted each other similarly to the way the two storytellers did.

“I see you found a good table,” said Sarah, “Are you ready to order?”

“Yes, are you?” said John.

“Yes,” said Sarah, “I’ve been here before.”

“So am I,” said Jacob, “While I was trapped in the labyrinth, all my meals came from here.”

“Then, let’s get us a waiter.” said Sarah.

The three relatives called for a waiter in unison and soon a cute hirsute blue waiter appeared.

“Welcome to Charlie’s Restaurant, I am Grover and I will be your waiter this afternoon,” he said.

“And my name is Jacob Schmidt, and I will be your customer this afternoon.” said Jacob.

“Jacob Schmidt,” said Grover, “so you are the one who was banished to the labyrinth in Crete by King Heimer Schmidt.”

“Yes, and this is my cousin John from America.” said Jacob.

“Yes, John the son of your uncle Jingle,” said Grover.

“And I am --” Sarah began

“Wait, don’t tell me, Sarah, daughter of Olga, half-sister to Jacob, recently freed from the island of Lesbos” said Grover.

“Amazing,” said the blue guy at the next table you can get all those names right, but you can never get my order right!”

“Maybe, it’s because you make them so complicated,” said Grover.

“What’s so complicated about a spam sandwich,” said Fat Blue Johnson.

“And that is what you have, a Spa’am sandwich.” said Grover.

“What I have is a live boar between two pieces of bread,” said Fat Blue.

“I am the great pirate Spa’am,” said the boar.

“No you are not, you are a boar.” said Fat Blue.

“No, it is you who are a boor,” said the tusked pig.

“This whole thing is becoming a bore, I’m leaving,” said Fat Blue, and got up from his seat.

“Well, that was odd,” said Grover, he turned to the other table, “and what will you people be having?”

“I’ll have the stuffed grape leaves and the souvlaki.” said Sarah.

“And I’ll have the stuffed grape leaves and the Htapothi sti Skhara.” said Jacob.

“Aah, yes the grilled octopus,” said Grover, translating.

“And I’ll have the stuffed grape leaves and the gyros,” said John.

“Okay, so that’s three orders of grape leaves, one order of sulky, one order of grilled octopus and one order of gyros,” said Grover.

“Correct,” said the three diners.

“I will get them for you right away,” said Grover. He went into the kitchen, “Hey Charlie, we got tris number mono’s a number duo, a number tris and a number tettara.”

A few minutes later Grover returned with the orders all filled correctly and the party of tris began to eat.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Excellent update. : )

 

[Wiseman]

Thanks Beaker, as you can see, for some reason on my second typing of it souvlaki was edited to sulky, but otherwise my Greek translation site helped me on numbers 1, 2 , 3 and 4. The will reading will be next and then I will end this piece.

 

[Wiseman]

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

After lunch the two storytellers went outside while Sarah called a cab to take them to the royal estate where the will was to be read.

“So, who do you think is your half-sister’s real father?” asked John.

“Biologically I have no idea, but she is my sister, no matter where she comes from.” said Jacob.

“Well, one of the three of us is about to be a very rich person.” said John.

“Bah, money, all it does is bring problems, I never had a drachma all the time I was in the labyrinth and I never missed it.” said Jacob.

“Well there was a time when I was forced to beg.” he said.

“You told me that story before, you were almost boiled in your own stone soup.” said Jacob.

“Yes, but before then I wore my shoes down to nothing.” said John

“Yes, and you’re still wearing them,” said Jacob looking at John’s bare feet.

“Okay, you two tale teller’s here’s the story.” said Sarah, “There’s a car from Oscar’s Taxi Service on the way. Also according to the lawyer in charge of the estate there’s something in the will that each of us has to do before we can inherit anything. I don’t know what it is, but we better get down there and find out what it is, or it’s back to the fireplace for you, back to the labyrinth for you and back to the island of Lesbos for me.”

While Sarah was talking a car pulled up and backfired. An angry looking fellow with a bad hairdo stuck his head out the window and said, “Well are you three getting in or ain’t you.”

“Ladies first,” said Jacob opening the door up for Sarah, Jacob, got in next, then John. As John closed the door, it promptly fell off.

“Well, how about that’s only the 10th accident I’ve had today, said Oscar, “I must be off to a pretty good start.” He gunned the engine about seven times and pulled off, leaving all four wheels behind.

A few hours later what was left of Oscar’s Taxi left them in front of the palatial mansion that had been left to the former king of Greece. A caped gentleman came out and said. “Greetings, it is I, the Count, do you know why they call me the Count?”

“No,” said Jacob, “why do they call you the Count?”

“Because I love to count things.” he said laughing. As he laughed thunder and lightning pierced the sky.

“Well we better get inside before we have raindrops to count,” said John and the four of them went inside the house.

“Well, gentlemen, my name is Bunsen Honeydew, and this is my associate Beaker, we are the lawyers for King Heimer Schmidt’s estate.”

“Thank you, said John, “I’m John Schmidt, cousin of Jacob Schmidt, son of Jingle Schmidt and nephew of Heimer Schmidt.

“Thank you,” said Bunsen, “and I suppose this is Jacob your cousin and his alleged half-sister Sarah.”

“Alleged?” said Sarah. What do you mean alleged?”

“Well allow me to read the will and you will see just what I mean by alleged.” said Bunsen.

The three relatives sat down and Bunsen Honeydew picked up some papers and began to read, “I, Heimer Schmidt former king of Greece, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath all my worldly goods as follows: To my son, Jacob, who I banished to the labyrinth on account of his mother’s infidelity towards me, I leave a third of my estate. To my nephew John who went to America and became a storyteller, I leave a third of my estate, finally to Sarah, the daughter of my wife and an unknown man, whom I banished to the island of Lesbos, I leave the final third of my estate.”

“Well that sounds very good we each get approximately $333,333,333 and 33 cents,” said John.

“Just hold on there sir,” said Bunsen “I’m not finished, this will only becomes valid if the aforementioned heirs can actually prove their parentage on both sides.”

“On both sides!” said the three of them in unison.

“Let me see that,” said Sarah.

Bunsen handed her the will

“I, Heimer Schmidt former king of Greece, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath all my worldly goods as follows:… this will only becomes valid, if the aforementioned heirs can actually prove their parentage on both sides. In the event that none of the aforementioned heir are actually related to either myself, my wife, or my brother Jingle, the entire contents of my estate will go to my lawyers Bunsen Honeydew and his associate Beaker.” read Sarah. “Oh great, I have no idea who my father is and my mother ordered herself cremated and buried at sea.”

“So did King Heimer,” said Bunsen.

“And so did my parents,” said John.

 

[Wiseman]

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

"Do any of you have any personal items that belonged to your parents?" said Bunsen.

"Yes," said John, reaching into his suitcase, "this robe belonged to my father," he pulled out the old robe that he always wore when he told his stories.

Bunsen looked at the robe, "This is indeed a robe belonging to Jingle Schmidt. Do you have anything of your mother, Olga's?"

"Not with me," said John, "but back home in America I have her wedding gown."

"I see," said Bunsen. He turned to Jacob, "Do you have anything belonging to Heimer?"

"When the captain of the boat that my father put me on arrived at Crete and put me in the labyrinth, he gave me this," he removed a ring with a strange emblem on it from his finger.

"This ring belonged to your father's ancestor Daedalus, the one who built the labyrinth your father imprisoned you in." he gave it back to Jacob.

"I also have this, my mother Gertrude gave it to me when she stopped at Crete on the way to Lesbos with Sarah." said Jacob, giving Bunsen a sandal.

"This sandal reminiscent of your mother's family, do you have the mate to it?" said Bunsen.

"No, but I do," said Sarah, producing another one.

"Well, you are both from the same mother," said Bunsen, "but as we all know, Sarah, Heimer was not your father."

"No, he wasn't," said Sarah

"Meep, meep, meep." said Beaker.

"Yes Beaker," said Bunsen, "but I didn't write the will, Heimer did."

"What was he talking about?" asked John.

"Just how he thinks it's not fair that all three of you should lose the inheritance on account of Sarah's illegitimacy." said Bunsen.

"Well, if my sister can't get her third of the money, I don't want mine either," said Jacob.

"Don't you mean half-sister?" said Bunsen

"No, I mean sister," said Jacob, "I said this to her when we were on the ship to here from Crete, and I said it to my cousin when we met at the airport, and now I say it to you, it mattres not who Sarah's father was, she is my sister as far as I am concerned."

"One moment," bsaid Bunsen. He got up and walked over to a bookcase in the room. He took out a book and leafed through it.

"What's he doing?" said John, looking at Jacob and Sarah.

"It's called reading," said Sarah.

"I know that," said John, "but what is he reading about and what does it have to do with us?"

Jacob looked over at Bunsen, "The book appears to be very old, the letters are Ancient Greek."

Bunsen looked up from his reading, "John, did Jacob indeed tell you that it doesn't matter who Sarah's father was, she is his sister as far as he is concerned?"

"Yes," said John

Bunsen turned to Sarah, "Sarah, did call you his sister regardless of your paternal origins?"

"Yes, he did," said Sarah.

"Then by virtue of the fact that Jacob's father was indeed Heimer Schmidt, the former King of Greece I declare the three of you to be heirs to Heimer Schmidt's fortune."

"But, how?" said Sarah.

"The will was written by Heimer Schmidt back when Greece was still a monarchy," explained Bunsen, "back then there was a law that said that anything that ther king's son says three timkes automatically becomes law. Your brother called you sister three times on three separate occassions. Therefore you are his full sister by law regardless of your biological status."

"But what about my mother's wedding dress?" said John. "Don't we all have to prove our heritage on both sides?"

"As a witness to the king's son's proclamation you are part of the royal family, legally entitled to all the rights and privileges involved."

"Meep, meep, meep, meep," said Beaker.

"Why yes, Beaker, you're right, we too are witnesses. The money will be divided into fifths, not thirds." Said Bunsen.

"That's two hundred million for each of us," said Jacob.

"Well that's a relief," said Sarah, I was wondering what we were going to do with that 1/3 of a cent."



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