White Hart, Black Knight

Even in peacetime, young knights must still quest to prove themselves.

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    “Once, when I was a young princess, a white hart actually ran through my father’s castle,” the queen said. “A brace of greyhounds followed, and behind them, a beautiful huntress.”

    “What happened?” I asked.

    “He—my father, that is—sent three of his knights after her. One to bring back the hart, one to collect the greyhounds, and a third to arrest the huntress for disturbing his banquet.” She laughed. “None of them managed to quite do what they were told, but the stories they brought back were interesting, nonetheless.”

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