Throne of the Irish king

   approaching the castle, Urso banged on the doors. a slot slid open to reveal the face of a guard. "State yer business!" He demanded. Urso leaned down so his face was in front of the slot.

"My name is Urso Footcrusher. I'm the garment maker from the island of Berk. The king requested me to make him hunting clothes." The man grunted, and slammed the slot shut. after almost five minutes, the door opened.

"sorry 'bout the wait, had to confirm. The herald will take ye ta the king." The guard apologized as he gestured to a short squat herald.

"This way." the herald croaked in a voice like a bullfrog. Urso followed the herald across the hall, and up the grand staircase. Urso was used to everyone being shorter than him, but the man didn't even come to his waist. being short as he was, the herald was nearly as wide as he was tall. his shape, and short legs gave him and odd gait. swinging each side of his body one after the other. Urso nearly had to tip toe to keep behind the toad like man. The man's toad like appearance was enhanced with a wide mouth that was in a constant frown, and a heralds staff nearly twice as tall as it's bearer.

  The herald led him into the throne room, and pounded the staff for attention. "The Berkian garment maker, Urso Footcrusher!" The squat little man boomed.

 "Urso! come forward lad. you're a guest!" The king called. many lords, and ladies gawked, and whispered as Urso tromped past them. king seamus was now face to face with him, but only because the throne sat on a high platform. "lord! yer bigger than I remember ye. just how tall are ye lad?"

 "nine feet, eleven and a half inches." Urso answered. meekly.

"Ye see lord Mayhew!?" I told ye!" The king crowed triumphantly. " he's nearly ten feet tall!" Urso was sure he was the color of a tomato as more whispers went up as a large lord with nearly three chins bowed.

"Ye were correct your majesty. I was not." the portly nobleman rumbled. The king turned his attention back to Urso.

"so, are my new garments ready?" he inquired excitedly. Urso bowed low, and held up the bundle of garments. as he accepted the bundle, the king's eyes  sparkled like a child presented with a new toy. He stood from his throne. " If ye all would excuse me, i'm gonna go try these on. Feel free to mingle with the others lad, yer my guest. yer just as welcome as they are." With that, the king swept himself down, and through a pair of ornate doors.