"No, but…if it's what I think it is…it will only lead to more trouble." Answered Sinbad as he handed the tiller over to another sailor and joined the sorceress, who was walking over to the bow: there special place.
"William Shakespeare you will stop this act of play violence this instant!"
"No M'Lord! People have the right to know what violence and reality look like!" argued the play writer to the Prince's head of security, an old rotund man.
As the crew approached the main streets of Verona, a man dressed in fine dresses and a train of men following approached them.
"God-den Sinbad! Good to see you once again!" exclaimed the Prince.
"Hello Prince. And thank-you for your call." Replied Sinbad formally.
"M'Lord…if you don't mind me asking…why have you called on me?"
"Well…Sinbad you have become quite the adventurer and you are well known through out the known world, but…"
"Yes?" asked Sinbad feeling that this was not getting him anywhere.
"Well…your crew is well known to and…"
"And…" replied Sinbad impatiently.
"Well…I was wondering if your powerful sorceress friend would help me out of a slight problem I have?"
"Maeve?" asked Sinbad quite confused now by the Princes behavior.
"Yes…you see…you remember William do you not?"
"Aye…he is a great poet and play writer."
"Yes…well our star female actress has come ill, and I was wondering…"
"You were wondering if I could fill in?" asked Maeve joining in on the conversation on which before she had remained quite wondering why he wanted her instead of Sinbad.
The Prince turned to Maeve and answered, "Yes I was going to ask that. Well…will you?"
Maeve looked at Sinbad and saw him shake his head yes and replied, "Sure. Why not? What the plays name?"
The Prince turned back to Maeve and with a knowing smile answered, "Romeo and Juliet."
Once the group reached the Globe, they were met up with a man with sun bleach blond hair, deep brown eyes, and a roguish smile. Sinbad was instantly wary of him, but the others on the other hand were all smiles. Although Maeve was a little nervous.
"Well father…would you introduce me to this lovely lady?" asked the man suavely.
"Harris…I would like you to meet the powerful, very beautiful, and charming sorceress Maeve."
"Pleasure's all mine M'Lady." Replied Harris as he kissed Maeve hand gently.
Maeve glanced over at Sinbad and giggled nervously as she nodded her head in acceptance to the greeting.
"Since you have agreed to be in the play with Harris, here is the script. You will need to have it memorized within the week so you and the rest of the cast can begin to put it all together."
As the Prince walked away, and Harris went back to his flirting with the women around him, Maeve exclaimed and threw down the book, "A week! A week! I can't memorize this thing in a week!"
"Easy Maeve," began Sinbad as he picked up the book at her feet, "you'll do fine. You can memorize it easy."
"Sinbad…I'm not a photographic memorer." Pointed out Maeve.
Sinbad looked around at the rest of his crew and chuckled while he said, "No but…your sorcery blood should give you a slight advantage with memorizing it all, right?"
Maeve blushed at that and muttered, "O yea…right."
A Tale to Tell What is Told - Part 2
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