Back on the bank they lay on the grass in full exposure of the sun to dry. After drying they dressed and then headed into The Wood. Deep in The Wood they found themselves in the thick of an imagery battle. The Wood was their theater. They were the actors. Their imagination the script. The boys soon encountered a fire breathing dragon, hidden within a cave. From deep inside they heard the cries of helpless women.
“No Mark; let them die. Let the dragon have this lot. There are plenty of women back at the castle to choose from.”
“You sir are a knight of the fearless round table, and here you speak of such horrid things. I shall inform the king of your cowardliness.”
“The king knows I. He knows that I am not as you speak. I have fought at the kings side in a great many more battles then you shall ever live to see. Perhaps it is you that needs to be vanquished and not the dragon?”
“I sir accept your bid to remove me from this world. Prepare to be supper to yonder dragon. I will then free the distressed maidens.”
With that Mark’s sword clanked with Jeff’s. In and out of thickets within The Wood was heard the sound of wood clanking wood as their sword’s continued to cross.
“No Mark; let them die. Let the dragon have this lot. There are plenty of women back at the castle to choose from.”
“You sir are a knight of the fearless round table, and here you speak of such horrid things. I shall inform the king of your cowardliness.”
“The king knows I. He knows that I am not as you speak. I have fought at the kings side in a great many more battles then you shall ever live to see. Perhaps it is you that needs to be vanquished and not the dragon?”
“I sir accept your bid to remove me from this world. Prepare to be supper to yonder dragon. I will then free the distressed maidens.”
With that Mark’s sword clanked with Jeff’s. In and out of thickets within The Wood was heard the sound of wood clanking wood as their sword’s continued to cross.
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