When Roland was shot in the eye a heavy Gloire

When Roland was shot in the eye a heavy Gloire de Dijon rose sprang from the bloody socket. It's roots penetrated his brain and sucked what life he had left to produce a perfume

that reminded him of the Cave of Night. The wretched but glorious journey into that darkest of cave was like a ceasarian scar across his heart. Roland had lost everything he

'd lugged into the Cave of Night. At the end of the journey, He found a horde of gold and jewels buried deep within a king's private quarters. "Take that as you will," said Roland

He secretly coveted the king's family jewels. The king knew Roland had visited the Cave of Night but he was magnanimous. "I nominate you as my chief sword bearer."

"Why? Why? Why?" cried the king, in a high-pitched voice, but Roland had all ready hailed a taxi and was on his way to the royal airport, where he would fly to Costa Rica and

live off rum and tropical fruit. The Capuchin monkeys helped Roland make a living there by pilfering unwary tourists' belongings. He just hoped the mad king would never find him.

Ludwig V was stone deaf and refused a hearing aid. Roland knew that the Capuchin monkeys were just superb hunters and climbers, having 5,000 arms and legs.

Yet Ludwig had one thing over the discrepant mutant monkeys. His low mass allowed him to surpass their flexibility, with clever use of his centre of gravity and lower inertia, he

he dodged their claws, made a run for it, and was just in time for the train back to Salzburg.