Why the wise old king is so wise
When I was walking through Brightvale, thinking of all sorts of things, I wondered how it came the Wise old king was so wise.
Could it be that he read all the books? Or maybe even more? I decided to ask him.
So I went to the castle, and noticed that he was out for breakfast. I asked to a guard when he would be back, but that would take an hour or so, he said.
I said that I didn’t want to wait that long, and he asked why I wanted to see him. “It’s about a question,” I responded, “but, ehm, do you know someone who knows the king really, really good?”
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