Going to a Masquerade Ball

I’m not even sure how the invitation found me living as I do.

The masquerade ball would be at the castle only a few townships away from my current encampment so I hitched up the horses to spy the place out.

I arrived early in the day to find a suitable place to park my wagon home out of sight of the castle yet near enough to walk to the ball.

Then I went for a stroll to familiarize myself with the area. Wow, what a view.

Grabbing a stack of linens I easily blended in with the staff preparing for the evening.   I explored the castle only to discover many empty rooms. It seems King Ludwig II died in 1886, before his castle retreat was completed.

Helped myself to lunch…

…quickly carried off to a nearby knoll to enjoy along with the sunset changing colors to backdrop the castle.

The scene changed radically upon my later return with the castle glowing as bright as the moon.

A doorman greeted met me with a suspicious look as if I didn’t belong here, but upon seeing my invitation escorted me inside and loudly announced my arrival.

Only a few of the costumed crowd paused their conversation long enough to note my arrival. Yet did I care, nay. They knew not who I really was any more than I could tell who hid behind their elaborate masks.

I slid in and out of conversations nibbling at the delectable delicacies and occasionally indulging with a glass of champagne, or two…

The music began and a whirl of bodies filled the room. My feet barely touched the floor as I swirled and twirled from one exotic face after another. Drinking and dancing, the first in moderation the second not so much. Time held no meaning.

Until….. Horns blared and every body froze. A voice from beyond my vision counted…5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Voices rose as one, “Happy New Year”

Again the voice rang out, 4, 3, 2, 1, remove your masks….

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[Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany]