TITLE: BROGWIN FRAYNEY AND HOW HE NEARLY SAVED A KINGDOM
Prince Jocko and his best friend Brogwin Frayney lounged on the lawn on the far side of the castle’s moat. The young prince knew he should be heading for the Great Hall for his afternoon’s lessons, and though he saw the sun shift slightly westward, he remained reclining on the grass. “Though there be wicked trolls under yon bridge, should thy King or Queen command you to cross that bridge, would you?” he asked his friend and royal food taster.
Though Brogwin had not seen a troll on, near, or under this bridge, he believed the stories that one or more of them dwelled below it and would pounce on an unsuspecting traveler. That is why Brogwin vowed to never go to France. Perhaps by boat, but never on horseback and certainly not on foot crossing this bridge.
Brogwin swallowed nervously and stared up into the clouds drifting westward, having already passed over France and would soon float above England. He sat up and laid his right fist over his heart. “By my faith, my allegiance is to my king and queen. Bravely would I cross yonder bridge to Calais,” he declared.
Prince Jocko laughed at his friend’s attempt at bravery. “With a phalanx of knights to protect thee.”
Brogwin’s face flushed. “And what of thee?” he asked, happy to shift the attention from his failed boast.
“Me? Remember, I shall one day be king of Wagetannia, young Frayney. The king of Wagetannia cannot be fearful of a lowly troll. Hah!”