A Kinrowan Estate story: Of Empires That Might’ve Been

I’m the King in Exile for A Kingdom that is far older than any now in existence snd you’ve never heard of it…

Mind you, he was dressed all in black with a smart cut to his slightly old-fashioned clothes and a haughty demeanor of one to the Manor born, but that said little to who he was, and we’ve heard far stranger statements made here by much odder looking individuals.

Now I know that most historians claim that Charles I succeeded to the Austro-Hungarian throne during The First World War, and that he abdicated from it a short time later in 1918 when the Armistice took effect and the war ended with the surrender of the Central powers to the Allies. Historians further say he died five years later — a mortal lifetime ago. Our visitor, Karl by name, rejected that history with an angry shake of his head. Indeed Bela, our resident Balkan violinist, has also claimed for years that he was born in the Austrian-Hungarian Empire!

One of the Neverending Session players shrugged her shoulders — I think it was Zina who was playing on her fiddle a spritely set of tunes, ‘Never Wed a Hendrake Lass / Hangman’s Reel / Midsummer’s Night’ — and asked him to tell his story. So over the course of that very late evening, he told us tales of Empires lost and regained, of parties so lavish that vassal states were impoverished to keep the festivities going, of a lover who betrayed him for a handful of silver, of another lover who risked everything for him, of mad priests who couldn’t be killed, and many more tales.

He drained his tankard of our finest dark ale, picked up his walking staff topped with a doubled headed silver eagle, and said in his faintly accented English that it was time to catch a train back to the Imperial Capital where he was meeting with the Loyal Opposition. Bela bowed deeply to him as he turned toward the door, and that was the last we saw of him, but he left behind ‘nough stories for lifetimes…

About Reynard

I’m the Pub Manager for the Green Man Pub which is located at the KInrowan Estate. I’m married to Ingrid, our Steward who’s also the Estate Buyer. If I’m off duty and in a mood for a drink, it’ll be a single malt, either Irish or Scottish, no water or ice, or possibly an Estate ale or cider.

I’m a concertina player, and unlike my wife who has a fine singing voice, I do not have anything of a singing voice anyone want to hear!

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