(sub section of Ce Cheval Cabre?)

QRP: After an unfavorable turn of the little wheel whilst betting à cheval, the Queen’s messenger relayed a sinister missive.

QKnP: “Tickets, please!” said her city guard hoarsely to Saint Lewis’ most spirited cheval glass wanderer.

QBP: A poor porter rests on a bench outside the Queen’s favorite inn whereupon the friendly, talkative innkeeper discovers they share a name.

QP: D.R. Wheeler, the Queen’s favored doctor, invited the public to report any dreams regarding the whereabouts of baby Charles Augustus.

KP: The King’s merchantman traveled the world and the seven seas returning with sets of distinctively carved whale teeth discovered in the dunes at Bay Bay in the song house of the Isle of Lewis – thus keeping his King in sweet dreams.

KBP: His cherished weaver of cryptic clues led a double life as Carleu Kent, the Queen’s Assistant Keeper of Manuscripts.

KKnP: Once his love for the mechanical poetess Maria (lesser-known sister to The Turk) was discovered, the King’s talented blacksmith was demoted to farrier for the rider’s steed, Regine.

KRP: With eyes like cinders all aglow, the lord of the field and cope of the crown hunts high and low.

QR: “By fortune and by fate,” says the one to the other who seeks the lost King’s mare; off to nether lands via Zuiderzee on the Queen’s sinking ship, “Isleless Whaleway.”

QKn: Her aching rider, ever lost on this rearing horse, Rebecca, aware that something must break.

QB: In the book of acts, her archer lets fly his arrow obliquely toward a bustle of ladybirds.

Q: A Dozen Proses by Königin von Dänemark (whose dress shall match her shoes)

K: “All my red-stained members were written in thy book, thy wooded kist of dreams made in secret, where things have no name; when I awake, I am still with thee, precious and unperfect.”

KB: Divine drink in cup, his mitred watchman sips spicy port and keeps close company with the widowbirds; no pinnacle so high that our festival of fools cannot be overseen.

KKn: His loneliest rider, solitary and sectless, whose holy search for every secret thought concealed in the dark undercurrent of every human life is the absolute departure up the steep, narrow, path beyond any human voices’ wanderings.

KR: Wild-eyed, the King’s bespelled berserker bites and devours the edge of his own shield before advancing furiously through perilous fires en route to lunar maria to retrieve the Lady’s obscure canon.