Housed in a walking stick the King stuck a feather duster at the top fancied his fourth wife and tickled his fifth.
Ten mutton chops later a gourd of red blood wine two scoops of brain cutlets he was feeling better.
With a bowl of imported shrimp in hand battered and buttered with chilly powder ,a chilli ***** he was getting excited at the prospect of knocking his seventh wife but a flagging spirit ruined his ******* and he commanded the courtyard maidens to dance like Queen of Sheba on the High Priests entrails as the music beat a violent end to heads rolling in the dusty desert sands.
Done. He counted the bowed heads and picked the odd number out to even his court ****.
The cradle of all creation was found ten yards away in fossilised rock after five years of guessing it must be around here.