Xavier had crafted his xylophone from the finest rosewood located in Lochhollow. The instrument’s tone was unrivaled throughout the lands, so he wasn’t surprised when he received the summons to the castle to play his world-renowned xylophone.
The mule traveled sure-footed over paths into Foxwick, but Xavier cringed at every slight bump and jostle. His gaze flicked toward the wagon behind him. The xylophone rested amongst the hay like a baby snug in a crib. Why did Foxwick have to be quite so far away from Lochhollow? If anything happened to his instrument, he’d never forgive himself, or the king.
He rode all night and into the last part of the day until the stone towers loomed over him. He passed through the castle’s gates. No great reception greeted himself except for a lone knight.
“You’re the xylophonist, right?”
“Aye, I am. Xavier of Lochhollow at your service.” He removed his hat and nodded his head toward the man.
The knight clapped his hands, and four servants emerged on the wagon to transport his xylophone into the castle.
“Be careful with that. It’s a delicate instrument.” Xavier climbed from his perch, but he got no further than a step away from the wagon when the knight snatched his arm.
“Take the instrument to the prince’s chambers.” The man’s eyes narrowed, but Xavier could only imagine his fortune in staying in the prince’s own chambers. “You have an appointment with the king before we test your talents on this instrument.”
“Lead the way, good sir.” Xavier grinned. What kind of jewels would the king grant him for his talents? Would he sleep in a bed as lush as the prince’s must be? The excitement snatched him, and he swirled in its pleasurable embrace as he danced to his destiny.