Wham, and Queen Beth falls to her knees. Stunned by the sudden and unexpected attack. She whips around looking for who would dare do this to her.
There about ready to strike another blow is Chester the court's Jester. Standing with a fair sized wooden club he has is raised, ready to strike the Quenn dead.
"Be you ready to do my will, aye Chester?" asked the angered Queen.
Chester froze, his club high in the air, his body now stiff in every place except where he would have adored it to be stiff.
Slowly Queen Beth turns to face her attacker. A frown turns to a smile as she thinks of a just turn for this brash fool.
"One so galant and willing to fight should stand that way both night and day! Chester, yes Chester the big, black, fighting bull from Spain! Chester do now become with fighting bull I remember, it was one who fought for his life in the ring." said Queen Beth as if she was thinking of his doom.