Found an old-timer.
Our story is about a young knight. Let’s call him Adolfone. After many battles fought well, his most adorable -a classical Arthur-looking guy- King promised him the fairest bride secondary after the queen. His bride was to be a lady with fair hair- a gladiator with bright mind, which sport was thought highly among the royalty.
The first time we see her, is at the beginning of a new play, driving her noble dark brown horses up from bottleneck entrance of the huge stadium filled with screaming viewers and patterned with sticky and painful brier. Her long hair is put up and she wears snow white mini skirt-dress. She is trying to keep her horses back and cusses: “Darn, the horse is falling back.” to her assistant, who we hardly see behind her blazing white costume.
Time goes and comes the day they are to be married. But not all is as shiny as the weather. Though windy, it is still bright for crisp tableland. She stands alone with the priest. She is dressed in long dark red autumn coat with vair surrounding the hands and he graceful neck. She seems sad, but yet gloomy from her inner happiness. A simple test is to be made, before she may marry to a nobleman she has never seen- a corona is to be put on her hair- if she passes, nothing happens, if not… To make the test she is taken to an old temple, temple ruined long before this king took his throne. On her left is a postament with small water eye for birds and a mini oak-like tree covered with white leafage. Next to her stands an old monk to observe her test. She takes the crone made of green gold and puts it on her long wavy golden hair. On the moment the crone touches the hair a strong wind rises and takes all the leaves of the tree and carries them away. The woman gasps and says with upset in her voice: “I’m not accepted!” without letting any of the man calm her and hurries away.
The news reaches to King’s ears and he believes it is the best if he was the one to tell the knight the news of her bride’s flee from her home. On the next morning he takes his most loyal knights, two doctors and to priests with him and goes to young man’s quarters. After being wounded in the last battle, he is kept in his room to seek for fast improvement in his health. The room is filled with colors, created by the light shining threw high tight windows showing off with most plentiful creations of stained glass imitating the good deeds of the fellow knights, shining back from every different curtain available in the room. A chair is brought for the king and he explains to the quiet knight the purpose of his visit. “The lady has feared the worst and in hope of your forgiveness hidden herself.” “Dear Sir,” the priest interrupts his speech, “he’s deaf, I’m afraid.” “How can you tell?” “He plays with the stick, my lord.” The King nods.
Meanwhile the monk, who observed the ceremony, is sent to search for the lady. The path takes him threw mountains high and low, forest banded by leaves and birds, and over strong-willed rivers confident to let no-one pass their waters. After seven days he reaches to an old deserted hill filled with oaks of the same kind as the one in the temple. A warm breeze goes over as he reaches almost to the end of this magical garden, gently whispering to him news only he could understand. “The lady was wrong,” he smiles, “the wind is changing.” He turns to see an amazing site: all the oaks bloom at the same moment the breeze moved their branches, leaves bopping out like someone was pushing them out from the branch.
He finds the fair lady close to the wonderful garden, sitting on the pence in front of a small cottage and convinces her to follow him as the King has ordered him to take her back. As it is the monarch’s command, she follows, fearful of her destiny. The monk explains it was the work of evil that turned the test wrong and he begs her to take the test again. She agrees and it is done so. At the same time the knight Adolfone after learning his bride is to take the test again wishes to see her for the first time as so far it seemed to be against the will of God for him to see her. He hides himself behind the blooming lilac and is stunned by the beauty of the maid. She takes the test again and a bee, a symbol of an ably lady, lands on her forehead. The King and Queen, too, see the miracle and huge weddings are held that last three weeks and three nights. The lady- from now on called Melissa as Greek called their honey bees- was hold dearest among many men, but nobody could ever say she loved them more than his fiancé Adolfone.