“Quit clowning around.”
P.T. Barnum* #quote
Good memories can be the most troublesome things. They can be
difficult to find and so easy to lose.
The Immortal Farmer
An old farmer
tilled the soil with a magical sword. The strange hook of the weapon
and the fact it could cut, penetrate or wreck anything he desired
meant it could suit this purpose just fine. While he worked a knight
a good foot taller than him walked up to him.
“Almond skin,
black hair, green eyes. Fits the description,” The knight said with
while looking down at him. “Are you Sir Hedwind?”
“I'm carrying
the Immortal Sword. Don't ask stupid questions you know the answer
to.” Sir Hedwind replied.
“I seek a
duel for your sword, do you accept?” The knight asked.
Sir Hedwind,
“At least you didn't try to kill me in my sleep. I'll give you
credit for that. But no, I will not duel you.”
The knight's
formal voice became a bit shaky. “Kill you in your sleep? Why would
you think such a thing? I will best you in a duel, not do something
so dishonorable!”
Sir Hedwind
smiled. “Whoever manages to kill me gets the power of the Immortal
Sword and won't age. The only way someone can die who owns the sword
is if someone kills them. Most people try to kill me in my sleep to
guarantee they will get it. They've never succeeded. I don't like
killing the people that ambush me, and I don't like killing the
people that duel me either. So I will say it again, I will not duel
you.”
The knight
approached Sir Hedwind as close as he could to tower over him and
spoke with a demanding tone. “I am not leaving without that sword.”
Sir Hedwind
replied, “Do you know what fertilizes my farm? A few animals I hunt
and the many people who come to murder me for the Immortal Sword.
After all, I don't know who their families are to return their body
for a more proper burial.”
The knight looked at tilled soil and turned around without looking
back. Some did not make the same choice and fell to Sir Hedwind, the
most skilled knight in all the lands.
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