Sir Christian De Galis and the Fish Gravy

The worst choice is sometimes the best choice. Such was the case of Sir Christian de Galis, for thirty-plus years the absolute worst choice to do anything in his particular kingdom. Jesters told jokes about him. Heroes avoided him. Bullies humiliated him. The king got real tired of having him around. What suddenly made him the best choice to go on a quest with the kingdoms scariest lady who looked harmless? As Sir Christian rode to the rescue of the ladys grandson with her equally scary-yet-zany retinuean ancient archer with more disabilities than arrows, a loquacious niece with the realms longest first-name, and a nephew with a speech defect and bad hairan even scarier fact slowly dawned on him: This grandson didnt need rescue from anything, and the true object of the quest was him and his sudden, prayerful discovery of his fathers long-lost substance of great power. Disguised as a food condimentthat blows up, burns up, or makes people sick, depending how you add sugarit had the most innocent sounding name. Yet upon such might depend the survival of the kingdom.