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Timothy Chyme In Majixland Part Three

Timothy Chyme In Majixland

Part Three


Donald Harry Roberts

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Timothy Chyme In Majixland Part Three

Copyright 2017 by Donald Harry Roberts

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Imagine we are in a café’….sitting across from each other sipping on a coffee…cappuccino…tea….whatever….and I am telling you a fanciful story….a fantasy or mystery or sci-fi or a combination of all…

That is how I write…like I am sitting with you…..

There’s minimal punctuation…just pauses here and there.

My style of writing is pre…sixteenth century which is delightfully void of annoying piques and marks that the brain does not need…..I write much in the fashion as to these brief paragraphs…which you probably understood quite without difficulty.

Thanks a million


Last Part Recap

Outside the lights were dimming. The carnival music had grown silent and everyone was gone except the workers who were shutting the rides down.

“I suggest we fine lodging for the night. I don’t think it is wise to be out and about after the stroke of twelve.” Eifion suggested.

“Why?” Timothy demanded.

Eifion shrugged his shoulders. “I suppose the only way to know is to stay out…..if you dare.”

“Maybe I dare.”


“Yes….Maybe I will dare.” Timothy cheered. “And I dare you Mr. Cavalier…if you have the courage?”

“Sometimes Mr. Mundanie…..What looks like courage is stupidity. However…if you chose to be stupid then I must follow and try to keep you from something totally disastrous.”

The midnight trumpets sounded and suddenly the streets were abandoned and silent…..almost silent.

“So.” Timothy said with a hint of challenge in his tone. “What should I be watching for?’ He asked and was answered but not by Eifion.

“A human….and a Cavalier. How unusual is that?”

The voice came from above…..along the eaves of a grand old manor.

“Very unusual and not very polite. The Cavalier at least should know that the night belongs to us.”

“Absolutely rude.” I would argue.

Timothy looked in the direction of the voices and to his awe and….hint of delight he spied upon the eaves of the Manor a pair of Gargoyles…..a few moments ago simply statues of stone, but now….living breathing creatures.

“Forgive us. I did not mean to be impolite ore rude. I was merely curious why we should not be out after midnight…..and now that I see you I think the rule is a sad one…..I think you are delightful creatures and would so much like to learn more about you.” Timothy exclaimed…or would that be….Proclaimed……Hmmmmmm.

“Interesting. It appears he was not warned.” Said one of the Gargoyles.

“Definitely.” Said the other….then he asked of Eifion. “You should know. Did you not explain us to this….Human?”

‘Yes…..after a fashion….however…..This is a human of a different sort…not born of this realm…but of Mundanie and more so he is the Grandson of that most auspicious hero Wilf Chyme. That is why I did not press the issue of staying in past your hour of waking. You may well wish to meet this Grandson of our Hero.” Eifion replied instructively….with his fingers crossed. Gargoyles are notoriously poor tempered even with heroes and Grandsons of Heroes.

The two Gargoyles turned to face each other….conversing in a language none could understand except creatures made of stone….which are actually quite numerous in Majixland.

After a few minutes they spread their wings and glided down to land in the street facing the midnight intruders.

“I am Grunfedol. Captain of the Gargoyle Guard. We protect this city by night. This is my Second, Andringal. We forgive you your rudeness Timothy Chyme…not because of what the Cavalier said but because we have learned that Majixland is once again in need of a Mundanie Hero….and we are charged to advise you to go to Palisade City.” (Sometimes called a Stake wall or a Paling which is typically a fence or wall made from wooden stakes or tree trunks and used as a defensive structure or enclosure.) “The King of Majixland is waiting for you. I am afraid what your Grandfather fixed has been….well……unfixed…..by another Mundanie….an unlooked for and unwelcomed Mundanie who is wreaking havoc throughout the realm.”

“It seems my journey has taken on a whole new perspective and a very dark one.” Said Timothy…..Then he asked….. “Who is the interloper?”


“I am afraid you will have to ask the King.” Said Grunfedol.

“Then I suppose we should set out for Palisade City as soon as possible. This very night I should think.” Timothy responded contemplatively.

“And I Andringal will take up the journey with you…..as I did when your Grandfather disgorged the Fell-beast from its lair….in the first war of Majixland.”

“First war….You mean this could be the second war?” Asked Timothy.

“Could be….nonsense….undoubtedly would be far more accurate. Whenever unwelcomed Mundanie try to over-throw Majixland a ware is a certainty.” Answered Andringal.

“How would you travel by day?” Timothy queried.

“We sleep by day….usually, but under given circumstances….such as now….we can function by day as well as any.” Grunfedol responded indignantly. “You Mundanie’s really are dense between the ears.” He grumbled.

“Yes well…..if we are to get a start we should get started.” Eifion interceded. “Palisade City is a five day march from here….if we don’t dilly dally along the way or something does not interfere with our progress.”

“We will prepare and meet back here in two hours.” Timothy instructed….taking command of the expedition.

“Now we are three.” Said Eifion. The odds grow in our favour….especially since our third is a Gargoyle who are legendary warriors in a battle…..Very hard to kill since they are made of stone….living stone but stone nonetheless.”

“If we are moving toward war we will need more than three soldiers Cavalier.” Timothy replied sullenly. Then he said. “Grandfather told me stories about the First Majixland War but I always thought they were just stories. Now here I am writing my own tales…..for whom…..maybe a son or grandson….or maybe no one if I do not survive.”

“Be of good cheer and hope Mundanie. Do not defeat yourself before you are even on the road….because it is always a good chance your road is the road to victory.” Replied the Groundhog.

Andringal was waiting as planned clad in armour and weapons….a sword and a crossbow. He was as grim looking as Timothy had ever seen someone looking grim…..and dangerous. He was glad in that moment Andringal was a friend and not an enemy.

“Very well my worthy companions. Let us be off and pause only when we cannot take another step….or flap a wing one more time.” Timothy ordered cheerfully.

“I will walk and save my energy for flying for a time that it is needed.”

“And look skyward Timothy. We are four. She has decided to join us on this expedition.” Eifion directed.

Timothy looked up. Circling against the star filled moonless sky was the Qilin. Then a moment later she swooped down and in a mystical transformation she stood next to Timothy as human as he and as beautiful a girl a Timothy had ever seen. She said in a soft, musical voice….. “I see in your eyes those of your Grandfather….a true creature even though he was Mundanie.”

And so they….the four companions set off for Palisade City to visit the King and…..well…..sometimes not all things are bright and cheer…….or go the way one wishes things to go.


The first day’s march went along delightfully uneventful….at least in those first early morning hours then while the sun shone a bright gold in the azure sky. The company had only allowed themselves a few brief rest periods so by sunset they were bone weary and ready for a good…log rest….at least until midnight….everyone except Andringal who seemed to have managed plenty of rest while marching…his mind lost in some form of sleep peculiar to his kind. So when the others were ready to sleep he was waking and took the post of guard…which as you will discover was a very….very good thing because the uneventful day did not continue into night.

Luanna curl up near the fire…her human body unused to the open air of night. Timothy was at the edge of the fire light stretched out in his bed roll and using his back pack for a pillow. Eifion had dug a small hollow to bed down in and Andringal had found a branch high in an old oak to keep watch from.

The air was still and silent……

Some of the most treacherous creature of myth and lore are small….but by no means weak.

A sound. A scuffling…like footsteps in gravel drew Andringal’s attention. It was faint and far off….on the very edge of the Gargoyle’s acute hearing. It was a sound he had heard before and a tingle of alarm went up his spine.

“Wake up.” He warned in his gravelly voice. “A troop of Stonemen approaches. It cannot mean anything good. In the first war they hired themselves out to the enemy of Majixland and served as the main fighting force. It seems they have come down from their mountain caves and are abroad again.”

Timothy was on his feet in a flash…already wide awake having not being able to find sleep.

“Stonemen….By that you mean Trolls.”

“Yes….but a smaller version and far more vicious than trolls.”

“Are they coming for us”? Timothy asked cautiously.

“I suspect they are searching for us….but I do not think they have found our company yet. If they had they would be moving much faster and more in our direction.” The Gargoyle replied. “I think we should move on now. If the horde catches us we are most certainly doomed.” He advised.

But the words had barely faded from his lips when a screech resounded across the night sky that even Timothy recognized as dangerous…..

Andringal spun about abruptly. “We must hurry….The Stonemen have been warned of our presence and most likely our location. That screech came from a Darkingbird….companions of the Stonemen. The will double their pace now.”

Luanna slipped into the dark of night and a moment later the Qilin was aloft and a moment after that the screech of the Darkingbird was last in a blast of blue/red flame.

“Run!!!” Cried the Qilin who then swept down and quick took up Eifion on her back then veered north to scout the way ahead.

“Do not stop. Do not rest.” The cavalier’s voice faded into the night.

Andringal and Timothy set off once again….following the northerly road 30 paces at a trot….30 paces at a walk…


The miles and hours blurred by….at first in hope but then when the Qilin returned and Eifion rejoined the company he told them that the Stonemen were gaining on them quickly and before the next nightfall it would come to a fight….30 against 4…the only bright light being that the Qilin was worth all her companions and more in a fight. The bad news was, swords and bows were of little to no use against these dwarfed Trolls, unless you could take out their eyes….which was unlikely. The only weapon that was of much use was a stone-crusher which only Eifion possessed. Of course there was the Qilin who could do a good deal of damage to any creature….which would have proved good….but after another scouting flight she reported that another band of a hundred or more Stonemen were in approach from the northeast and would intercept the company almost at the same time as those coming from the southeast.

The Qilin descended to the earth and in a swirl of light transformed into Luanna. She joined the others and said….“There is a way out of this…..at least enough to gain us some time. I could carry Timothy for an hour…in flight….and Andringal could carry Eifion. If we were to fly northwest then we would have some distance between us and the Stonemen….and hopefully they would lose our location….I have seen no more Darking Birds in my sojourns.”

It was considered by all a good plan and may have worked but just as the decision was made the whole plan was made useless for out of the darkness came a horde…..as nasty as nasty can be. Some might have called it a swarm…but whatever name it was called the giant Praying Mantis were hunting……and they could fly.

“We are doomed.” The Gargoyle screamed. “These creatures have only the very basic survival instincts….eat and reproduce.”

“Great….Eaten alive by bugs. I find this…..” Timothy was saying when suddenly he felt something grab his arm. Without looking he drew his sword and lashed out…..a lucky blow lopping off the head of a large green mantis….as big as an eagle. Then another came right behind it and knocked Timothy to the ground……

And if that was not enough Luanna who was now the Qilin cried out a warning that the Stonemen were closing in…..All of them.

Like it was told….you cannot reason with an insect….no matter how small….or….big it is….but they can be tricked and sometimes running toward danger has its merits.

“Follow me.” Timothy commanded as he turned toward the oncoming Stonemen but not exactly running straight at them. It was more like charging the space between them as they approached from the north east and south east…..I am sure you can see the merit in this desperate plan….and the folly if it failed…which it did not do….however the plan did not go exactly the way Timothy hoped. Still…..In the finally throw of the dice it worked out…..more or less.

What happened was what Timothy hoped. When the Stonemen met the swarm of giant praying mantis there occurred an incredible battle that took all the attention away from the company…..and that gave them time to put some distance between them and the battle….which Timothy thought would go on for some time…..But things don’t always work out….as you probably well know from your own experiences in life.

It was only a matter of twenty or so minutes before the Stonemen decimated the Mantis because…even the jaws of the giant praying mantis is a match for the rock hard skin of the Stonemen.

So…Before the company could get any good distance away…The Stonemen were in hot pursuit of their quarry once again.


The night wore out and dawn etched a white/gold line across the eastern horizon. The company….who had been running now for three hours was quickly slowing to little more than a weary jog.

And the Stonemen were coming on tirelessly.

“If we run ourselves ragged we stand no hope at all of defending our selves.” Said Timothy as he slowed to a halt. “Can we not try the first plan and let our winged companions take us away….at least put some distance between us?”

“I am weary beyond reckoning but I will try.” Said Luanna.

“Yes. We could but I too am weary….” the Gargoyle was saying when an enormous harangue reached them.

“What is it?” Timothy cried out.

A cloud of dust to the north rose skyward.

“More trouble I suppose.” Timothy added sarcastically.

Andringal took to his wings and rose aloft quickly….flying in the direction of the dust cloud. Only a few minutes later he returned with cheer in his voice.

“We may face battle this day but we will not be alone.” He announced. A cavalry of mounted Cavaliers is coming…..Your comrades Eifion….They ride Centaurs and like all Cavaliers the bear Stone-crushers. I count thirty….but that will make sixty fighters…as well as us four. A great battle will be had and I am sure we will rise victorious from the melee’.”

“But where have they come from and how did they know our plight?” Timothy asked excitedly.

“We shall ask when this is done. In the meantime my Mundanie friend just accept the boon and prepare for battle. I have a spare Stone-crusher.’ Said Eifion then handed Timothy a short handled sledge hammer.

And a cloud of dust rose in the western sky.


Have you ever had to wait for something horrendous to happen….inevitable but seemingly taking forever to get at it and get it over…….and……your life is at stake.

Probably not and you must believe you never want to experience it….especially when you are far away from home….in a world you don’t know or even understand….but you cannot escape because you are not entirely certain how you got there.

I mention all this because I wanted you to have some understanding of how Timothy Chyme felt as he waited to engage in battle….waiting to live….or….not…..


Timothy took the Stone-crusher in both hands and swung it freely. He never realized how much a ten pound block of iron attached to the end of a 2 foot stick could weigh. He tested it on a rock about the size of a man’s head. The weapon crushed the rock to bits and pieces.

It frightened Timothy as he wondered if he could do such a thing to a living being….even a malevolent one.

He was minutes from finding the answer.

The Cavalry to the north began to take form and in the east the vague shapes of living rock resembling a rounded form of human thundered ever closer by the minute and it would only be a short time before the clash of weapons filled the air.


It was good fortune that the Cavalry of Cavaliers and Centaurs arrived first……announcing that the King’s Watcher had seen this foray but…. “We were not aware that treachery was so close at hand….Otherwise we would have come sooner.” Said the Captain…who then added…. “Nonetheless we are here now and we shall fight the good fight all the way to victory.” And as the Captains words faded his companion…..the Centaur turned toward the oncoming horde.

And they advanced…..Stone-crushers at the ready. Timothy and company followed close behind.

Their fate was unpredictable….They were still out-numbered.

Luanna took to the and for the first time Timothy saw her fire…..a fire that would melt iron…..and….stone…..or anything else that got in its range.


“Who won the battle on the Plains of Abraham?…. Timothy Chyme…….Timothy…..Chyme….Are you paying attention?”

Mrs. White’s angry tone crashed into Timothy thought and startled him back to the class room.

Mrs. White was already to scold him for daydreaming……..again…..but he stood and answered the question.

“The Battle of the Plains of Abraham fought on the 13th day of September 1759 was an important moment in the seven years’ war and in Canadian history. A British invasion force led by General James Wolfe defeated French troops under the Marquis de Montcalm, leading to the surrender of Québec to the British.”

Astonished Mrs. White replied. “Correct young man but I know you were not completely attentive. Just what were you thinking about….besides history….

Timothy Chyme smiled devilishly and answered as honestly as he could….“Ma’am…You would not believe me if I told you so it is best I keep it too myself.” Then he retook his seat and waited for the repercussions of his insolence…which never came…..Mrs. White just stood there string menacingly at him for a moment then turned away and went on with the class.

If you did not get it….Timothy essentially….however politely it seemed….told the teacher to shut up and mind her own business…..in a diplomatic way that is…..sort of…..

Timothy turned his head and let his thoughts follow his gaze out the window. The mundane world faded and once again he was back in Majixland…..on the brink of battle…..

What do you want to know…..the horrors of battle…..the blood and guts of it…..loping of heads…..severing of…..well…..it was all there and fortunately it was all on the Stonemen. Except for a few cuts and bruises and a broken finger the Cavaliers and Centaurs and the company came out the end of the battle almost unscathed….Dust and rubble was all that was left of the Stonemen Horde…


If there was a back-lash to the battle of note….they were weary…..and hungry…..and thirsty….and not looking forward to continuing their march to Palisade….not would the Centaurs consider carrying any one on their backs save the cavaliers. So after a bite of food and drink and an hours rest the company moved on north….their pace fitting their fatigued bodies.

And the afternoon faded to evening and the evening on to a star lighted night with a bright full moon. Finally the company….It was Timothy who made the decision….decided to stop and rest.

“I am too bone weary and foot sore to take another step and I long for a good meal in my belly.” Said Timothy Chyme as he came to a halt and let himself fall to his knees and roll out of his back pack. “I am sure we all could use some food and a rest until midnight would do us all good…..and the march would go faster than a snail’s speed.”

No one argued…not even Luanne who needed the least rest of all for even she was feeling the drain of endless hours….battles and an empty belly….She flew off to find her own food.

“And what do we find here. A lazy troop in desperate times.” The voice came just as the company was snuggling in for an hour or two of sleep….. “And no guard set.”

Timothy recognized the voice and lazily climbed from his bedroll to greet the visitor.

“It was not you who did battle today or marched five leagues since the fights end old Hobo.” His voice was not unfriendly but it carried a hint of sternness in its quality.

Strebor Nod laughed heartily then bowed his head and replied. “I have heard of your troubles friend Chyme. And there is no doubt that you are weary but I come to offer fair warning that something very….very dark and dangerous is coming this way. Even now it sit on the edge of dawn….not many days from this. The sooner you get to visit the king the better. I suggest you do not remain long in your lazy mood…..That is all….” Said the old Hobo….Then he turned and walked away….fading into the darkness of night.

“He has never been a bearer of good news or good hope….but he never has spoken of doom and that doom not come as he warned. I believe we should push on….weary or not.” Eifion’s voice filtered into Timothy’s thoughts of defiance.

“Very well….let us pack up and march on…..We cannot be all that far from Palisade City.” Timothy relented.

“We are near indeed….but a day and a half.” The Cavalier agreed.

So long before midnight and with only a short rest the company gathered their belongings and set out at a steady pace northward…..silently…..

The mood was sullen until Eifion began whistling…..as only a ground-hog cavalier can whistle…..a cheerful marching tune that fit some lyrics Timothy had learned from his Grandad Will…..

“The ants go marching one by one hoorah…Hoorah”

Soon they were all in on it…..out of tune but well in beat of the march….hoorah…..hoorah.


And the sun came full and golden over the eastern horizon. The company spied a glint far to the north….a glint as golden as the sun.

“That would be the spire of Palisade City.” Luanna announced. If we keep our pace and nothing more comes to hinder our passing we should be there not long after midnight……an hour or two…..or less if we hurry along…..just a little quicker.”

“Going faster is out of the question…..I for one need a rest….even if it is only for an hour……or two.” Timothy complained.

“Yes….you would….I forget that you are Mundanie and do not have our stamina.” Luanna replied with a teasing quality in her voice.

Timothy almost fell for the taunt but instead he grinned….shrugged his shoulder…..slushed off his back-pack and quickly laid down in his bed roll. He was asleep in the time it took to take a couple of breaths. The others stood there staring at their fearless leader for several minutes then realizing he was really asleep they set about other business.

“Mundanies….sometimes I wonder how they survive.” Andringal muttered amusedly.


Timothy Chyme checked his stride just before stepping off the edge of a precipice. He should have been afraid or at least startled….but he was neither…..It was like this was exactly what was supposed to happen at that very moment.

He gaze whimsically at vast sea that stretched out from the base of the cliff and in the distance….dancing on curling…white capped waves were dolphins….riding on their tails.

“Beautiful are they not?” It was the voice of his teacher Mrs. White.

“What are you doing here?” Timothy asked….miffed at the intrusion. “This is my place….my dream and you are not welcome….you belong in the class room.”

“I am your teacher Timothy and believe it or not I understand the world you see outside the window. I only want what is best for you and your imagination. I will see you in Majixland very soon…..but when you see me you may not recognize who I am.”

Mrs. White blinked out…..

“What does that mean? I don’t understand.” Timothy shouted but no answer came from his teacher. Instead Will Chyme appeared and looked at Timothy through his warm blue eyes.

“My Grandson. Nothing that happens in Majixland happens by chance…..nor is it fore told. It happens as you see it…..and that includes all things good and all things bad.”

“Does that mean I make it up as I go Grampa?”

“Not exactly Timothy. Thoughts you have are translated into your journey. If you have a good thought….good things may happen…..If you have a bad thought….Bad things may happen…..but there is always that random thought that is neither…. good …or bad. Still it its effects can be monumental.”

Will Chyme faded away. Timothy was staring out across the sea again…….

“Hey. Timothy Chyme. You cannot sleep forever. We must be off. Our journey is not yet over.”

Eifion stood over Timothy shaking him with his clawed foot.

“Yes. Now we must hurry. We are standing on a precipice….looking out over the sea over time. We must……..”

Timothy did not finish. He jumped to his feet….collected his belongings and took up a quick march.


Palisade City. It was nothing like Timothy expected. It was exactly as the dictionary described Palisade….. A palisade is sometimes called a stake wall or a paling and is typically a fence or wall made from wooden stakes or tree trunks and used as a defensive structure or enclosure.

In this case Palisade City’s fortification was made of tree stumps beautifully carved into magnificent creatures from the world of myth and magic and the gate was made of polished iron hung on iron wood post figures of Cavaliers mounted on Centaurs…..and as was so common in Majixland much of the display was gilded in silver….helms….shields…..weapons in hand…..leaves on the trees and in the back-ground towering over the city was a silver gilded spire that rose out of a palace that made the best of Mundanie Places look dwarfed and diminished. But most magnificent of all was ornament at the peak of the spire…..A great, white, horned owl with eyes of amber and talons of ….yes….silver. It seemed to watch everything as its head turned about…first to the left and then to the right.

The gates opened and heralding trumpets sounded welcoming Timothy Chyme and company. And the street leading to the steps ascending the palace entrance was lined with people….and creatures of a nature Timothy was in awe of……elves, dwarves, leprechauns, Brownies, Dryads….too many to list them all.

And the street approaching the palace steps were made of silver….specked with sapphire, emerald and amber……and if it was old it was not worn….in fact it appeared never to have been used.

Timothy was smiling but he said to Eifion. “This is all very….very beautiful and wonderful. I feel welcomed…..However I also feel a strong reverberance….Timothy made up his own word to fit….. Of apprehension…..like the unwilling cow entering an abattoir.

“Given the reason you have come to Majixland I can understand. But it will not be all bad I am sure……” The Cavalier replied though there was less than absolute confidence resting in the quality of his tone.

At the head of the steps stood the King……not at all looking regal…..but like a Hobo straight out of a photograph Timothy’s Grandfather had shown him once a long time ago. “Remember this man Timothy. One day he will become very important in your life.”

‘“King Albert. Grandfather was right.” Timothy said when he stood before the Regent of Majixland. Instead of a bow he offered a handshake…..the secret handshake of the hobos of the dirty thirties.

“Will was a great companion when the times were hard in Mundania. And when he came to our aid at the time of the first Majixland war he was and remains our greatest hero. I welcome you Timothy Chyme….Grandson of Will Chyme.

“It is a shame that my family only visits this marvellous kingdom when things are treacherous.” Timothy replied.

Albert nodded his head and countered. It is a shame indeed but it happens that these treacherous times have a great deal to do with your family…..Majixland has a great deal to do with the Chyme family….and today you and I must decide what your Family is going to do about our current dilemma…..We are threaten by a Queen…….a very dark and evil Queen who believes what she is doing is for the best of all who dwell in this land.

Now…..until next time……see you in a month or so….


Timothy Chyme In Majixland Part Three

“Yes….Maybe I will dare.” Timothy cheered. “And I dare you Mr. Cavalier…if you have the courage?” “Sometimes Mr. Mundanie…..What looks like courage is stupidity. However…if you chose to be stupid then I must follow and try to keep you from something totally disastrous.” The midnight trumpets sounded and suddenly the streets were abandoned and silent…..almost silent. "So." Timothy said with a hint of challenge in his tone. "What should I be watching for?' He asked and was answered but not by Eifion. "A human....and a Cavalier. How unusual is that?" The voice came from above.....along the eaves of a grand old manor.

  • ISBN: 9781370869794
  • Author: Donald Harry Roberts
  • Published: 2017-03-17 16:50:08
  • Words: 5035
Timothy Chyme In Majixland Part Three Timothy Chyme In Majixland Part Three