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Queens before her were seduced by

queenly couture and wore status

like a royal overcoat. Others

were conned by ﬁne cutlery

or lulled by lavish linens

from the bedding chambers.

Not Queen Anne. No, this

red-haired Highness loved

something else: Gold. From her

dazzling tiara down to her gilded toe rings, no other

queen had been so utterly taken by the yellow metal. It

wasn’t always so. The good king had courted a kind and

generous heart, not swayed by material greed. But as the

Queen’s beauty faded, she placated her fears with fawning

men and a tryst or two in the treasury room.

King Daniel was generous and

without guile. His subjects

insisted that heaven itself

bestowed benevolence upon

him. Yet Queen Anne, who

had less noble intentions on

how to run the kingdom, be-

moaned his charity. Unaware of her

dwindling loyalty, King Daniel put her in charge,

while he accompanied his bravest knight, Sir Marcus,

on a noble expedition. “I bid thee farewell, my love,” he

told his queen. And with that, he kissed her, not realizing

that love was not to be found on her lips (or in her hips,

for that matter).

Sir Marcus was a brave but

battleworn knight, widely ad-

mired across the kingdom. In

the still of the day, he dreamt

of a certain farm maiden who

had come of age. Yet his

allegiance to the throne never

faltered. In service to

his king, Sir Marcus recruited troops and dutifully

enforced a tax that funded the building of outposts at the

edges of the kingdom. With Sir Marcus at his side, King

Daniel penned into law several Royal Writs—charters that

expanded the kingdom, and mandates that rewarded the

ingenuity of his subjects.

In his absence, the king entrusted

the granting of ﬁefdoms to his

queen. And thus he lent her his

royal crown seal, a ring whose

stamp on burning red wax

could turn mere commoners

into doting vassals in a single

stroke. Queen Anne was often

seen peering out the window in the

royal tower, running her ﬁngers through her vermilion hair

and whispering to her pet snake, Samuel. “Nothing suits

my suitors sweeter than gold,” she uttered—and her pet

agreed, “Ssssssss.”

When a famine struck the land, the good king’s heart was

troubled. He beseeched the monks

to pray for a bountiful harvest, and

bestowed lands and wealth upon

the church so that alms could

be given to the poor. His loyal

subject and holy conﬁdant,

Brother Justinius, chortled with

gratitude as the king tossed a pouch

of shillings into the church coffer. “The

people cherish thy charity, good king! May choirs cheer

and Chaucer chronicle your good name.” The coins echoed

throughout the basilica, “Ka- Chink. Ka-Chink.”

In front of her public, the queen

feigned sympathy for the king’s

penchant for charity. But secretly,

she abhorred the idea of

depleting the royal treasury!

Donning a dark, emerald cloak,

she stole away one frozen night

to seek out Lord Arthur, Earl of

alchemy. The earl was most famous

for his spinning cogs, pulleys and contraptions; but deeper

rumors likened him to a sorcerer who could summon

explosions and fuse common elements into gold.

One evening, the earl and his cat Norrin were startled by

a knock at the door. “It is your queen my good earl,” she

revealed. “I have come to share

concoctions of my own.” The

queen spoke to him in hushed

tones, urging him to reveal the

secrets of his alchemy. But

when the earl forbade her

procurement of the unstable

formula, she stealthily snatched

his journal and departed. As she

strode away, the earl uttered his deﬁance, “May malady

malign you my mercurial menace.” Norrin had witnessed

the queen’s mischief and mused, “Meow.”

Frustrated by her husband’s

charity, Queen Anne seized the

alms set aside for the poor

and restored her royal

treasury to its former luster.

Not only did her treachery

trigger starvation among the

common folk, it drove up the

price of goods. This enriched

the pockets of the dashing Lord Brett, the wealthiest

merchant in all the land. “Good squires, like squirrels,

never squander,” the merchant quipped, as he shooed a

rat from his apple barrel. “Squeak!”

To surmise the gravity of a looming famine, the king

invited farm maiden and friend of

the poor, Miss Allison into his

court. The girl was plain in

manner, but not in beauty.

Her eyes were swirling vats

of endless chestnuts. Her

pure round lips could out pout

a tantrum. Even her collarbones

stood up to greet you with a warm

hearty, “hello.” When the time came to

address the king, she held a lamb in her arms and boldly

spoke on behalf of her starving countrymen, “Banish us

before hunger becomes the bane of our existence.” Her

lamb bleated softly, “Baaaaa.”

…the fable continues in the expansion, Windmills &

Catapults.

game crediTs

I would like to thank all my original play testers, Arthur

Hartle, Samuel Tham, Brett Barton, Dan Fritz, Andy White,

Justin Viessman and James Gall for playing the game long

before it got all shiny and polished, and for giving me

stellar feedback—even at 2am in the morning! I am also

thankful for my “second wave” of playtesters and rulebook

editors including Tim Maylander, Glen Greeson, Eric Gerdts,

Michael Gallo, Phil Shearrer and Travis D. Hill. Mountains of

gratitude go to my artist Justin Schultz, who amazed me with

his astonishing illustrations, cheeky sensibilities, and hidden

“gems” in the artwork. For that, Justin himself is a gem! And

ﬁnally, I thank my wonderful children Elizabeth, Rosalind

and Penny for letting Dad disappear to the basement to

work on “his game.”

Author

Mark Swanson

Artist

Justin Schultz

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