| When the people saw the knight riding towards the village they began to cheer but then, as he rode closer, the cheering became laughter. He was old, very old. His hair was white and his armor was tarnished and rusted. Even his sword was covered with rust. The laughter turned to anger. "How will an old man with a rusted sword save us from a DRAGON? We are lost!" they shouted. Neither the laughter nor the angry protests seemed to be affecting the knight as he stepped down from his horse and calmly asked where the dragon was to be found. This only annoyed the people of the village all the more and they turned their backs and walked away. I explained that the dragon always came from the direction of the forest and the knight mounted his horse then urged his steed along the road that entered the forest. The horse moved at a slow methodical pace towards certain disaster for both himself and his rider. Being the curious fellow that I am, I decided to follow at a safe distance on foot ... |