Brave Knights and Stubborn Princesses
Section 5 of 5
April
2007 (age 12)
By Kimberly
By Kimberly
They
walked into the courtyard and Sir William insisted that he would wait for
Alison.
“I’ll
be back soon,” she called as she ran around the corner. After placing the two
bowls in the kitchen, she retraced her steps back to Mr. Dragon’s room.
Unlocking it, she entered. He growled and snorted as she approached.
“Mr.
Dragon, whatever is the matter?” Alison cooed. The dragon growled again,
warning her not to come any closer.
“Well,
Mr. Dragon, I came to say goodnight to you for the last time. Tomorrow I will
return to the castle with Sir William! I am very excited to…” she stopped
suddenly as Mr. Dragon blew a large cloud of smoke towards her.
“Mr.
Dragon! What's wrong with you! I know I locked you up for the whole day, but
it was for your own good. Are you upset that I’m leaving?” she stared at him a
few moments, but it was obvious that he was not in a good mood.
“Well,
since you are not able to carry on a descent conversation I have to go.
Goodnight, Mr. Dragon. I hope that you are more amiable tomorrow.”
With
that she slipped out of his room and ran around the corner to where Sir William
was waiting for her.
“Alas,
Mr. Dragon seems to not be himself tonight. I’m not sure what has happened. He
seems to actually be angry about something.” Alison mourned.
“I
heard him snorting, he must be close by.”
“Yes,
he is in the large room behind the dungeon. I think it used to be the great
dining hall, but now it has a huge bed where Mr. Dragon stays most of the day.
I suppose we can leave early in the morning. I hope that Mr. Dragon returns to
normal, so that I can give him a proper goodbye.”
“Is
the entrance to my tower over there?”
“Yes,
at the end of that small corridor. See you tomorrow, Sir William.”
“Goodnight,
Princess,” he returned kissing her on the cheek.
They
hurried up the many stairs to their rooms high in the towers. From the
balconies they could barely see one another in the dimness. Below them, Sir
William’s horse Prince bedded down on some grass in the outer courtyard, and
some disappointed townspeople slowly returned to their homes for the night.
The
next morning the dragon was not normal. He growled lowly when the princess came
in and he had a fit when William peeked his head around the door.
“Oh
dear,” the Princess confided in Sir William when they were back in the
courtyard. “He seems to be a real
dragon now. Poor Mr. Dragon.”
“Alison,
you don’t need to be sorry about that. Now he’ll be safe from danger.”
“Perhaps,
but I didn’t get a proper goodbye.”
The
two of them opened the gates and Prince joyously trotted in nuzzling against
Sir William.
“There,
there. Did you miss me?” he stroked the horse's neck. “Alison, this is Prince, my
horse.”
“Hello,
Prince!” she greeted as she gently rubbed his nose. Picking up Alison’s small
bundle of belongings and his own lance and shield, Sir William led the way out
of the castle. People had already gathered on the steep hill in front of the
castle to see what had become of Sir William. There were farmers, their wives,
and children with baskets of food prepared for the day.
As
Alexandria Penelope Isabella Marguerite Monica Henrietta Beatrice Augustine
Princess of Raji and Sir William son of Sebastian the Lord of North Mansion
came out of the castle, the crowd of townspeople cheered.
“Hurray!
Princess Alexandria! Sir William! Hurray!!!!” they shouted. Both the Princess and Sir William were
surprised and pleased. As they continued forward nodding and speaking to the
people, a rough looking peasant blocked their path and demanded, “So did you
kill the dragon?”
Sir
William looked slightly embarrassed and Alison looked concerned.
“No,”
Sir William replied, “We didn’t find it necessary.”
“Oh?”
the farmer jeered, “Well I’ll get ‘im! I’ll be braver than the knight!”
“No!”
Alison groaned, “Wait! Don’t do it!”
But it was too late. The farmer charged passed Sir William with his
pitchfork in hand. Everyone was shocked by the farmer’s action. He had always
been strange, had never married, and no one had every like him. In astonishment
they watched as he rushed through the first courtyard, through the inner gate,
and around the corner toward the dragon’s room.
“Sir
William,” Alison sobbed, “He’s gone. Poor Mr. Dragon.” William patted her hand
comfortingly.
Suddenly
everyone heard a loud roar. Then a
flame shot through the open roof. No one ever saw the mean farmer again and no one missed him. But Princess Alison now knew that the dragon was safe. And
the rest of the town’s people after getting over their astonishment, cheered for Sir
William and Alison all the way back to the castle. When they arrived the Queen
greeted her daughter and new son-in-law joyfully.
Sir William and
Alison discovered that they worked well together. They often went on rides
together over the numerous hills on the small island. Sometimes they watched
the sunset, sometimes they watched the sunrise, and sometimes they enjoyed
picnicking beside a lovely stream in one of the forests. Alison found that
after being away from her animals for more than a week, they no long seemed as
important to her. Perhaps it was because Sir William was much more interesting
or perhaps it was because she now knew that she could handle being away from
them. But I think that before her animals had filled a need for love and
acceptance, but now Sir William filled it. Alison had a separate section built
off of the castle for her pets.
But although she always loved her animals, they simply never held the
same place of importance that they once had.
Sir William loved
Alison and Alison loved Sir William.
When they became King and Queen they ruled justly and kindly. They truly
lived happily ever after!
The End
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