The carriage trundled down the road as the prince tossed a small round stone about from hand to hand.  As the wagon hit a root, the cabin was tossed side and the stone flew through the curtain.  The prince stuck his head out and thumped the side of the window.  Then he slumped back and waited out the ride.

A day later a pile of rags showed up at the gate.  The guards took the stone and gave it a break of bread.  They threw the stone over the shack and went back inside.  The pile of rags waited until dark then snuck to the castle wall.

It searched until it found the stone and then snuck around the shack to the portcullis.  The rags fell to the ground except for a modest bit.  The flesh carefully climbed the trellis and slipped carefully between the gate and the castle.  Then it climbed down and fished the rags through.

Silently, it crept and fell into a pile when it thought eyes lay upon it.  Until it got to the door.  Even unguarded, the door would strike about the pile, drawing any view to it.  The pile of rags crept to the side, skirting the castle wall to a recess.

Heavy bars blocked the way, so the pile climbed out and moved further along.  The wall gave way to the scullery.  The flesh lifted the rags to avoid tipping the boil beneath the fresh kill draining.  The kitchen was empty save for the wares and the rags quickly moved through to the back hall.

It peeked and saw boisterous men sitting around a large table, dinning.  Then the prince rose, drawing the pile's eyes to the queen and king, and extracted himself from the hall.  The pile stroked his path with its eyes then strode firmly up the back stair.

 The pile made its way to the door of the bed chamber.  It listened then pressed in.  The prince returned from the lou with a start.  The pile curled its neck and proffered the small stone and knelt before the crest of the prince's breath broke the silence.

The prince tilted his head and stared at the pile.  He gently lifted the stone and gave it a curious glance.  Then he threw the stone half a pace from the wall.  Ere he could reach for the pile's thin wrists, it had gathered the stone and returned to his feet.

The prince questioned the pile, but it did not move nor perk.  The prince threw the stone to the fire pit and the pile went again.  Thrice again did the prince throw the stone, each turn the pile knelt with it raised.

A din announced the queen's arrival and the prince strode to answer the door.  As the queen entered, her nose cringed at the harsh smells.  She embraced the prince and told him to have a serf clean his room in the morrow.  When the queen closed the door behind, the pile appeared again near.

The prince reached for the stone again, capturing the thin wrist under it.  It half squirmed and looked away from the hand touching the wrist.  The prince pulled and lead the pile to its feet and through to the wash.  The basin had cooled from two days untended.

The prince threw the stone into the basin and then pointed after it.  The pile approached the basin and reached for the stone. The prince had closed the door and slid the bolt.  The pile stroked the door then pulled the rags back from the arms of flesh and reached deeper.

The prince told the rags it would have to go in to get the stone.  The rags bared the flesh legs, letting a swath fall from the knee.  Then it finally croaked a sound in shudderence of the cold.   It pulled back as the water dared to lap the edge above the knee and stroked the prince and door with the pile's eyes.

It shed the rags except a modest piece and stood to below the piece.   It breathed deep and it's matted woolen brown hair dove to the edge of the water.  The stone moved making the flesh twist and fall into the water.  The flesh stroked the prince and the door, then the floor, where the rags had been.

The prince strode to the edge of the basin and gripped the flesh's shoulder tightly, holding it in the water.  The prince held a carafe into the water and poured the cold over the flesh's matted hair.  The flesh's teeth chattered and a new torture began.

The mats pulled and strained against the attention between splashes of water.  Each time the flesh moved to rise from the basin, it wash pushed back to the side.  When the flesh was not having its mats pulled, a hand held it still.  Then the prince leaned the flesh back and rubbed a sandy stone upon its surface.  The water then stung the pile's dark black eyes as the stone was rinsed away.

The prince scrubbed the pile until the edge of the modest rag, then pulled its legs from the water.  It grabbed the sides of the basin as the prince tilted it far back.  Then the prince pressed the stone into the pile's hand and pointed to the modest rag. The bolt slid out and the prince with it.

The flesh cleaned the flesh but could not return the modest rag before the prince did.  The prince carried a gown, a large cloth and a cap.  The flesh pressed against the edge of the basin and the prince twisted it about by the shoulder.  The prince worked the large cloth about the flesh's wool and shoulders.

Then the prince draped the large cloth around the flesh as the pull on the arm rose the flesh from the basin.  The prince made the flesh hold the large cloth around its waist as it was pulled from the basin and the gown worked over its head. Then the prince dried its legs as the gown dropped and covered the flesh.

The prince dug a firm hand into the flesh's shoulder and lead it to the bedchamber.  The prince dragged it to the large wooden box that was for his finery and pushed the flesh in.  The narrow doors closed and a latch was heard from the outside.  The flesh found it was warm and snug.

The flesh had not rested as well before and did not hear the doors open.  Two men were upon the flesh and held the flesh's arms behind the flesh's back.  The prince stood before the flesh and it lowered its head.  It shook and quivered as the men held it aloft.

The prince lifted the flesh's chin and its face peered in.  Then the prince lifted the gown until no modesty could be found and peered again.  The prince had the men lower the flesh and offered it the stone.   It glanced at the stone and nodded.

The stone hit the ground and the flesh returned it to the prince's knee.  A lost score later, he pressed the stone into the flesh's hands and pointed at his ankle.  As the prince left his room, the flesh followed.  The two guards snickered behind until glared by the prince.

The empty hall soon announced the arrival of the king and queen.  The prince presented himself and pointed at his ankle. The flesh looked away as it brought the stone to the prince's side.  The prince then showed the flesh to the parents with the tossing of the stone.

The prince stood twix the parents and the king threw the stone.   It returned the stone to the prince.  The queen also turned the flesh around the room, not less than thrice.  Each time the prince regained the stone.

The king made a glance earning request and marked the flesh's state of attire.  The queen nodded and the prince gently and carefully bound the flesh's arms arrears, wrist above elbow.  The prince then gently held the flesh's jaw and pressed the stone to the flesh's lips.  The flesh paused and nodded, then proceeded to fetch the stone, even going around the throne to return it to the prince.

Even so, the flesh's flesh broke the silence of the amusement.  The queen ordered a meal and had the prince stand at her side.  The prince made the flesh surrender the stone to the queen as the meal arrived.  A final surrender of the stone and the queen put the flesh's head near a plate at the base of her throne.

Arms kempt, the flesh was encouraged to eat.  Each piece of vegetable and each piece of meat.  The flesh was caressed by the meal upon its face.  The queen wiped it away and sent it and the prince to the smith.

A fine wrought iron collar soon caressed the flesh's neck.  A chain hung from it to the knees of the flesh.  Neither could be removed.  A short leather truss adorned the end of the chain and was presented to the prince.

Upon returning to the throne room, the queen addressed the flesh.  Then the prince, knowing his answers true by the reaction of the flesh.  The king then took control of the truss and the prince unbound its arms.  The queen stood and unbuttoned the gown's top and it easily slipped over the shoulders of the flesh to the ground.

The queen lifted the flesh's chin and looked at the flesh's face as the prince returned the flesh's arms to the ropes embrace. Again the royalty put her through a fetch until a clarion sounded.  They made the prince stand beside the king and the flesh twix them.  As the first supplicant entered, the flesh hid behind the throne.

The king dragged the flesh's chain and stood the flesh before the audience.  The king then passed the collar's mount to the prince and heard each supplicant out.  Then the dinner guests arrived and the prince lead the flesh to the lou.

The queen sent a maid to follow and instruct.  It was soon clear the flesh was done.  The prince did his duty and there was no fun.  They returned just before the dinner had begun.

A new anchor adorned the prince's throne.  The smith fitted the flesh's chain so it could only kneel or eat.  The flesh received a small plate.  Then they adjourned and the prince took the flesh to the dungeon.

An empty cell was graced.  On the wall the flesh's lead placed.  The bed of dirt and straw the flesh slept.   The prince returned before the sun crept.

Again the flesh was lead to the main hall.  The flesh was made to bring the queen and king the ball.  They each turned until the clarion's call.  The flesh was then anchored by the prince's side and made to kneel tall.

After her second days supper, the queen took the lead to the prince's bedchamber.  Therein, a new anchor had been mounted, near the fire pit.  A thick furred wolf skin lay within the length of the chain.  There the flesh slept untouched by the prince.

Two days more, her arms were unadorned.  The queen changed seats with the prince and corrected the flesh when it chased modesty with its hands.  The third day without play, the flesh made not one err.  The prince returned to his space and pet his hand upon the flesh's head.

Two days more and play resumed.  The king corrected the flesh painfully if the flesh used the hands.  Half a day of play made the flesh learn.  She still knelt to return the stone to the thrower, but no longer looked away.

Lost days passed and the smith brought an iron cage, wrought.  The queen took the flesh's chain and made it back in.  The smith made the flesh lift the shins.  The gate closed below the chin.

In the hall the caged stayed.  On display the flesh when the royalty did not play.  The flesh ate with the meal and slept alone. The king had her moved to the prince's bedchamber.

At least a moon had passed.  The flesh was walked to the stables.  A cage waited on a short cart and the flesh was put in.  It went far above the chin, but when her chain was threaded, it forced the flesh up the shins.

The cart was drawn through the borough and left guarded outside shops.  The flesh did not act modest at all.  The last stop before the return to the keep, was the smith.  The flesh was lead inside and made to sit with pride.

The thick woolly hair was trussed into two bundles sprouting from the sides of the head.  Then a cask was set around the back of the flesh's head.  A face shield was worked into place and the flesh lost sight.  The flesh's head was bent down and soon rang with each bang on the crown.

The prince made sure the cask could not slip free.  Then he made sure the flesh could not see.  Then each hand was encased, taking away any finger's space.  The hands screamed as the welds were sealed and the flesh was punished.

Then the legs joined the fray.  The feet above the ass tucked away.  Each weld endured in silent pain.  The flesh was bare no more, but modest, much less.

As a girl the flesh was addressed.  Then the girl was allowed to express.  The cage followed as the group returned to the keep.  The curve of the hill felt extra steep.