Summary
Two monarchies nestle like rival constellations: Sylvia’s realm breathes candied dawn, Ferdinand’s gorges on dusk and tribute. Their first collision is not cannon-fire but glance—his libertine swagger meets her sunrise composure and, in that instant, he rewrites conquest as courtship. Yet the queen’s refusal detonates a ticking ultimatum: matrimony or massacre. Across the Atlantic, dust-plumed riders Jim and Johnny Little Bear unearth a vein of ore and a mirage of destiny; coin in pocket, they gallop toward the Old World as though pulled by an invisible lariat. A moonlit wall, a reckless climb, and Jim mistakes a crowned heartbeat for a lady-in-waiting; she, amused by the cowboy’s unvarnished ardor, lets the masquerade linger while war drums crescendo. Telegrams crackle over oceans, summoning a posse of Stetson-wearing cavalry who ride into frame like chromatic anachronisms. On the battlefield Ferdinand’s gray phalanxes press Sylvia’s pastel battalions to the brink, until thunderclouds of hooves and repeater rifles burst the horizon. Amid clanging steel and swirling gun-smoke, a spurned favorite lunges to assassinate the queen, only to perish by the same blade she raises. Victory smells of sulfur and sagebrush; Jim’s comrades, reading heartbreak in his laconic gaze, stage a coup as casual as a cattle round-up, proclaim their pal the new sovereign, and gift him the throne wrapped in saddle-blanket logic. Sylvia, sensing history pivot on a spur, lowers her diadem onto the cowboy’s tousled head, turning geopolitics into a love story scrawled across parchment of myth.
Synopsis
In adjoining kingdoms rule Sylvia, beloved of her people, and Ferdinand, who is forced to exact homage from his subjects. He spends his life in riotous living. One day the two meet, and straightway Ferdinand decides that he will marry the queen, sending his prime minister with the proposal. But she refuses it. He delivers the ultimatum that unless she consents to his proposal within a certain space of time, he will declare war. In America two cowboys, Jim and Johnny Little Bear, discover a rich mine and decide to spend some of the money traveling. The two start out. It happens that during their travels they stop near the kingdom of Sylvia, and Jim, wishing to see a real queen, makes bold to climb the wall. He sees a beautiful lady, who is none other than Sylvia herself, but he thinks her one of the court ladies. She finally confides the predicament of the queen, and he tells her that he will come to the assistance of the great lady. He wires to Bill, one of the cowboys, and tells him to come on with the whole gang. When he rides to the palace to tell the lady, he finds that she is the queen. Meantime, Ferdinand's favorite, seeing that her reign is coming to an end, tries to hold him, but he refuses to have more to do with her. Both sides prepare for battle. Ferdinand, with his army, attacks Sylvia's force before the cowboys arrive, and they are being forced to retreat when Bill arrives and saves the day. The favorite is killed when she tries to slay Sylvia. Jim explains to the boys that he is in love with Sylvia, and they finally persuade him to ask her hand in marriage. But Sylvia kindly explains that though she loves him, the dictates of custom compel her to marry royalty. Bill and the boys, seeing that Jim is taking this keenly, leave him in the palace and after a time return, telling him that they have captured the whole of Sylvia's forces, and that now he is the king. Sylvia is informed of this and with queenly dignity places her crown upon Jim's head, and so accepts his proposal of marriage.
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