My Liege Lord, Harry Edward, Knight, Ninja, Horse-captain, Dragon-master, Eagle-rider, Defender of the Frail, Righter of Wrongs, Weaver of Songs, Queen’s Champion and Hero; we welcome you, we who have waited so long for your coming, we glory in the fulfilment of your promise; we rejoice in your assumption into grace.,
Lord Harry Edward, take up this torch, drink from this chalice, put on these spurs, buckle this sword, these six-guns, this light sabre, for the tasks awaiting you are mighty, dread, magnificent and bold. There are Damsels to rescue (their kingly fathers tend to be well grateful, bounty-wise) Mountain s to conquer, Camels to race, Horses to whisper, Trees to climb, streams to paddle and dam, Steers to herd, Spices to trade with Oriental Mystics, while lapping sherbet crystals from the dusky palms of Oriental Maidens. There are Oceans to be purged of Pirates, endangered Rain forests, Tigers and Tabby Kittens to be saved, Steamboats to be conned safely down the mighty Missou, the steamy Amazon, the Great Grey Greasy Limpopo, and the Crocodile-infested Congo. There are Star-ships to be navigated through Galaxies beyond time (and Chocolate) and only One Man deemed fit and able to all these Herculean tasks-
It is you, Harry Edward, you Light of our grey years, you Lightning Flash of our long-thundered nights, you song of the bells of our hearts, you Bright Morning Star of our waking hopes and sleeping dreams.
We rejoice in the beginning of your age. Hearing our cries, Heaven replied by sending us a Champion, a Mighty War-Lord, Elf-King, Shogun, Wizard, Warrior, Star-Walker, a boy child- Harry Edward Clemmitt - a hundred thousand welcomes.
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