Margoroth and Jimm Boyy

In search of warm milk, Jimm Boyy found himself in the center of Il Pastro. There he met the lovely milk maiden Margoroth, daughter of Jojo and Maf Paca. She was a lovely seventeen year old, and as she let Jimm Boyy sip her milk, she explained that though her parents had a proper surname, she was known all over town as Margoroth the Pretty.

Jimm Boyy instantly fell in love with her. “You are the prettiest milk maiden I have seen in all my twenty years of journey,” said he. “Come with me now, and let us populate this green earth with Milk Joy.”

But Margoroth turned away. “You don’t know what you are asking. A curse is laid upon me not to set foot more than fifty meters from where this cow is tethered, or I’ll DIE.” As she uttered the last word, her eyes grew wide and her lovely face contorted in an anguish that was comparable only to the terror that was in her voice.

DIEEE!!! seemed to echo on and on inside Jimm Boyy’s head. He quavered and wept, until finally, in anguish, he tore his shirt in front of Margoroth the Pretty. Then he declared in a voice that could be clearly heard in all Il Pastro, “This my shirt I rip off in protest against the injustice of life! Someone as pretty as this Margoroth, daughter of Jojo and Maf Paca, should never be cursed as such. Therefore, I make an oath, in the presence of all Margoroth’s milk, that I will never again put on a shirt until I’ve vanquished the ones who’ve set this curse upon her!”

As if in response, all the cows in the fields of Il Pastro mooed. Some even excreted in the process. Then one of the cows—indeed, the very same one Margoroth the Pretty was milking, and from whom Jimm Boyy had drank his warm milk—spoke.

“The G.R.E.D.S. are not foes easily vanquished. They use a sorcery far greater than those of ordinary citizens can withstand, what more of a shirtless ordinary citizen?” She shook her cow head.

“I am mad, and determined,” said Jimm Boyy. “Moreover, I am driven by love, the love I have for the most beautiful woman I have ever lain eyes on for the past twenty minutes, and I will endure your G.R.E.D.S.”

“You say that now because you haven’t seen them in their wrath,” said Margoroth, her lovely face full of gloom. “It is a known fact that they can render a cow, by the sheer power of their will, milkless for days at a time.”

The concept of milk shortage suddenly broke Jimm Boyy’s frenzy. He grew afraid. “They can do that?”

Margoroth nodded. He bit his nails.

“That’s why I’m coming with you,” said Margoroth’s talking cow. “For I, Lenkurt the Millennium Cow, of all Bovine, am not affected by this evil of the G.R.E.D.S.’s“

Jimm Boyy was dubious. “Why?” he asked. “What makes you so special, Lenkurt the Millennium Cow? Speech?” he said with maximum scorn, as if from where he came from animals could not only speak, but also run for public office.

While this conversation was taking place, Margoroth’s cow was facing north, her left side to Jimm Boyy, and her right to a tree, where she was tethered. Now she turned around so that Jimm Boyy could see what was sealed on her other side.

Jimm Boyy was filled with awe at what he saw. That precise moment all doubt of Lenkurt’s capabilities departed from him, and a feeling surged inside of him to immediately mount her, and do battle with his enemies riding on her back.

And yet it came to him that the curse he would venture to quash was the very one that would not permit him to fight anywhere on the back of this cow. If Margoroth got farther than fifty meters from where Lenkurt was tethered she would DIE.

But then as if she could read his thoughts, Margoroth spoke. “I know what troubles you, brave and Shirtless One. For if I am separated a distance of more than fifty meters from where Lenkurt the Millennium Cow is tethered, I will DIE. But see, you have no reason to feel in any way troubled, because where Lenkurt is, there I’ll be too.” She flashed Jimm Boyy a smile as warm as milk. “I am coming with you.”

© Jay Santos 2004.