The hardest thing in this world, is to meet a knight with another knight. And you put them and to discuss. A blonde haired knight poured, left, alone, on horseback, in a good morning, an old castle on a dark road, including two high mountains, the sky (or on-almost ...). and went , and went, so much has gone, that was accustomed to go alone. That is, without companionship - that went on his feet already as a child. Why go? Perhaps, after some lady, who knows who her release. But so much walking, forget what had started to walk.
Reached a broad plain, wide - broad indefinitely, the knight to content, suddenly, a terrible nostalgia, after which he left the castle, which left him rather meaningless - from horses after green walls. Wanted to go back, but he was somewhat ashamed. If everything is turned on, they would have said that he had great thoughts, heroic. All those who once knew them, would have looked askance, distrustful, to him, if it be returned. That is, see what you have to start rolling, if all you were going to return it, without any trick, to its credit. You could stay at home, and everyone would have said that serious and great thoughts on your mind, about the next adventure -that cuts up your plans of ever ... But so bravely? So ...
And, while he thought, with his head bent over the horse's mane, with blonde locks over the eye (there was no lady around, to give notice of image quality), bitter and ashamed, great need that, see Lord that would be like if you do not want at all to be - at the other end of the endless plain appeared, as embodied in the air, a second rider. Fitting the first. And they went at each other, the increasingly hurry. Until they met.
-Good afternoon.
-Good to be your heart.
-Where?
-Well ...
-And I just.
-Really?
-Really!
-No you do not know why you left?
-None.
-Well, let us nsoţim - maybe going and talking so we can remind us human and why I left.
, Right you are - come on!
And it set off, walking, riding, the two knights meet - and speaking of one another, to be mputernici memory and imagination, and, along with, their souls crescură speeds, as if, now starting the castle of each. And brotherhood (it had, meanwhile, chum), is awakened in her heroic upsurges, and eyes are deschiseră troubles among people who passed and who voroveau at every stop, the evening or afternoon. And it set off the great deeds and great sins committed many, that nobody would remember to tell it by amăruntul or a lifetime.
Dragons faced stubborn, ugly and wicked, perfidious creatures are beheaded , they emancipate a lot of finicky princesses - and when they saw what they were finicky, they have welcomed all courteous (that, were or were not knights?) - then, and saw their way, and emancipate a little variety: they emancipate Sun and Moon (which had been hidden under a pile of financial actions and rented some ogres by himselfMister Satan), they emancipate poor nations fallen in mind devils, who worked as stupid and they wanted them, and teaches them to speak gibberish (and this, with emphasis ...) - they emancipate minds of poor people, giving them back, mind and any shit (that without money, nothing mind ...), so they can again devise, invent, dream and create creatures with help for all people on earth.
Yes, after all, they emancipate and minds of a poet fool damage. But this, no one, not two, and made him prisoner, how he came to his senses slightly (after they prepared a whisckey and soda and gave popcorn to funnel and hamburger with shovel)- and, without them even say "hello, boys!", he melted in his imagination as two bulz wax, white and transparent, high heat - and the cast and enslaved, in the form of words on a sheet of paper, to serve until ... Until the poet dies, or until enough people are knights stories themselves or together - and then, the poet, and made good merchant developed with the needs of the book, will be giving way, as of goods would not be bringing any benefit (would be the world may lie with them, as the view, that would not be who I listen to her beautiful lies) - and would be grasping the other thieves ... bigger than that ... the one instance, to deceive the confidence of followers by political ...
And I rode on a saddle - and I became a knight, with blonde hair poured out (do not look at me they're bald like in hand: so, with blonde hair, must be the knight in any story that is respected - that is, the minimum requirements of consumer protection- and it respects the reader and consumer goods). What knight, alone, started in a good morning ride ... I do not leave me so easily stolen fitecine ... goodness of two knights encounter, dialogue and ready ... He-hey, you want to get yourself such bargain ...
