The King of Kalbem: Chapter 10 - Making Friends
Updated: Sep 11, 2020
Chapter 10: Making Friends
With nothing but common clothing and the small painting of Kat that he always kept in his pocket above the left breast, Will kissed his wife and child goodbye and left the castle. Walking down the drawbridge with him were Edmund, Michael, and Hector, Michael’s chosen escort. Will turned to smile at Michael, and Michael glanced at him and turned away.
Michael was not unfamiliar with Kalbem since he had lived there for two years, however he wasn’t as familiar with the lower ranks.
“Where are we going, my prince?” Hector asked.
“To the southern village near the passage through the mountains,” Michael replied. “I have a friend there.”
After walking only a mile, they noticed a man with three horses. “Hello, Morgan,” Michael greeted, “thank you for coming for us.”
“Of course,” Morgan smiled, bowed, and offered horses to Michael and Hector. “As soon as I heard what the task was, I rushed to make preparations for you.”
Michael smiled as he mounted his horse. “Nothing like a best friend.” He explained to Hector, “Morgan is a blacksmith I met when I lived here. Borin, the royal blacksmith of Kalbem, leaves much to be desired, so I would ask Morgan to fix my materials. Only he knew my royal heritage at the time.”
“Yes,” agreed Morgan, “back when you were courting Lady Katrina. But now we get to make you the king of Kalbem. What a nice, friendly competition! No matter who wins, the kingdom will be in good hands.”
Michael looked down and shook his head.
“I assume you would like to learn blacksmithing for your task?” Morgan continued. “I already have a meal prepared, and we can discuss what kingly objects to make.”
“Thank you, Morgan,” Michael replied, “I will pay you back twofold for your services and materials; threefold if we win. And when I am made king, I will promote you as the royal blacksmith; you’re certainly better than Borin. But for now, what shall we make that exemplifies a kingship?”
“What has been your most useful item as Prince of Tezel?”
“My sword and my horse mostly.”
“We could have you make a sword and perhaps armor, but keep in mind, this item must be more majestic and dignified than whatever Prince William makes. As a silversmith, he is likely to make something smaller and intricate. We can make something grand and mighty.”
“I already have a pretty nice sword,” Michael hesitated.
“Yes, but we can make something better. A king must be clever, so we will make it clever. Let’s think on it for the evening and we will evaluate tomorrow. How have you been?”
They spent the rest of the ride and a good while after that catching up.
“How go things with Beatrice?” Michael asked in the shop.
“Well,” Morgan hesitated, “as you know, my whole family was found dead one morning last year.” He dipped the horseshoe he was working on into the oil and it sizzled with smoke. “All ten of them, except me; I don’t know how I made it.” He looked at the horseshoe.
He then started working on the next one, pounding with every stress in his sentence, “I’m guessing it was poison; I was sick for a week, and though we couldn’t find any marks on my siblings, my parents had one drop of blood on the same side of each of their necks.”
He flinched and stopped pounding for a moment, “But to answer your question, no. Beatrice isn’t interested in me.”
“Why not?” Michael questioned.
Morgan sighed and continued hammering the horseshoe, “The cooper is who she chose. They are to be wed next month.”
“Do you want her?” Michael inquired.
“Then win her back,” Michael suggested matter-of-factly.
“She is engaged,” Morgan argued.
“That can be changed. Why would she choose a cooper over you?”
“I think it is because he has a good family, and he is a very successful cooper.”
“You will be successful by the end of the month,” Michael comforted.
Morgan sighed, “It isn’t all her. I courted her for two whole years; it was around the time you last visited that I started calling on her. But when my family died last year, I sunk into despair. I was dysfunctional and did not treat her well, so after three months of putting up with my woefulness, she left me for Nathaniel, the Cooper. Thanks to your help, I have been able to move on and get back on my feet since the death of my family, but I still want to be with her. I can’t watch her wed another.”
Michael put a hand on Morgan, “I am here for you, my friend. You know I have never let you down. I am so sorry you have had to face such a tragedy in your life, but who knows, I may be able to help you again. I am the one who helped you with Beatrice, and I helped you through your family’s death. Everything will work out beautifully.”
Michael straightened up, “But that’s enough talk, we have an item fit for a king to make. I think a king most needs good weaponry. Will is more likely to do something frilly like a crown or throne, but it isn’t very impressive for a king to just sit on a throne with jewels. We will make the best weapons imaginable, because a king is first and foremost the defender of his people.”
Morgan snapped out of it and replied, “Agreed. Let us spend at least a few days in the design; something one learns as a blacksmith is to always know exactly what you want before you start making it.
That night, Michael woke up with a hand on his mouth. “Don’t make a sound,” the dark figure over him hushed, “and follow me outside through the window. We need to talk.” The hand was removed and the figure slipped silently out the window.
Michael followed her into the woods until she stopped and turned to him. He pulled her in close and kissed her. “Hello Jennifer,” he smiled.
“Hello handsome,” she stroked his arms, put her arms around his neck and started kissing him again.
He pulled back, “What is it you need to tell me? Or did you wake me up to kiss me?”
“Well, I do love kissing you! I can’t wait until we are married,” she leaned in closer. “I came to report. How may I serve you?”
“If you have no urgency, why can’t this wait until morning?”
“I have a history with this town and don’t like to retrace my footprints.”
“What happened here?”
“This is where I trained in poison.”
“Here?” Michael hesitated, “You weren’t the one that… took Morgan’s family, were you?”
She nodded, matter-of-factly, as if she couldn’t see what would be wrong with that.
“Jennifer,” Michael pulled away with a disgusted tone, “why would you kill an entire family?”
Jennifer looked up and sighed with annoyance, “No one pays attention to the flowers. They explain my intentions.”
Michael racked his memory, “I think Morgan mentioned a sunflower in passing.”
“Sunflowers symbolize adoration,” Jennifer explained. “You didn’t like them because they adored King Alexander, so I removed the problem. You practically asked me to do it.”
“No I didn’t,” Michael defended. “I was just complaining about them. I had no intention for you to slaughter all of them!”
“Temper, temper, my prince,” Jennifer leaned into him, “I did you a favor. Do you think Morgan would help you if they were around to influence him? And you have mentioned that he’s become a lot more loyal to you in letters since they were disposed of.”
“That’s true,” Michael replied uncomfortably, “he’s a complete puppy dog now. His family was certainly a bad influence, and now he adores me even more since I helped him through it. But why the children?”
“If he’s unattached, he has no one but you.” She advanced, and he didn’t fight or cooperate. “Is there anything you would like me to do while you are with Morgan here, my love?” She started rubbing his chest.
“We shall complete the task before moves are made on the kingdom. For now, go spy on Will, and I will send a pigeon when I need you. Inform me of his whereabouts and what he is building. Don’t be noticed, and don’t kill anyone.”
“What if it’s absolutely necessary?” she looked up innocently.
He accidentally cracked a smile, “Then use your ingenuity.”
She smiled, then kissed him, to which he reciprocated weakly.
The next morning, Morgan woke Michael excitedly, “I figured it out! We will make a specially designed falchion which is strong, sturdy, ornate, and has a few tricks involved.”
* * * * *
Will and Edmund arrived at the north village. “Let’s look around at the local craftwork for talented men to teach me, and perhaps for ideas of what kingly item to make.”
“Good idea,” Edmund agreed.
“I have no idea what I should make for this. I’ve always wanted to try carpentry, but I don’t really need anything as a king. There is nothing overly special about it as far as possessions should go. It’s going to be really hard to come up with something profound.”
“I’m sure you’ll come up with something, your highness,” Edmund assured.
They arrived at the town square. There was a gazebo with a fountain in the middle.
“This just goes to show how talented of craftsmen this village has,” Will commented. “Look at how exquisitely designed this gazebo is.” Kalbem was a wealthy kingdom with good legislation, so the peasants did not live in poverty.
Will examined the carvings on the fountain. “Beautiful stonework,” Will noted. Looking up, they noticed the tapestries hanging from the ceiling. “Lovely weaving.” Will nudged Edmund, “And since Caroline, our cook is from here, I imagine they make good food.”
He then noticed a wooden bench on the north edge of the gazebo. Will began feeling its intricate designs and sleek figure, “Good heavens, look at this beauty! It is sturdy, but so elegant. It could pass for the masculine or feminine. Look at how the flowers and their stems add to the flow of the wood? This is near perfection! And guess what flower this is.”
“It looks like a rose, your highness,” Edmund answered.
“Very close, my friend, but it is even better; it is a gardenia jasminoides!” Will smiled. “It seems that my lovely wife has had an effect on the members of our kingdom. Though I’m not surprised; she seems to plant them everywhere she possibly can. If I become king, I’m sure she will make it the nation’s favorite flower.” He thought back on task, “I must meet the maker of this bench!” Will looked around and saw a young woman of eighteen years drawing water from the well beside the gazebo. “Excuse me, my lady,” Will beckoned, “do you have a moment?”
“Yes, I do.” He walked over to her. “How may I be of assistance?”
“Do you know the carpenter who made that bench?” He pointed.
“Yes, Daniel, our newest carpenter, made that only three months ago.”
“I must meet this Daniel!” Will proclaimed. “Thank you. What is your name?”
“Dominique,” she replied.
“Thank you, Dominique. Could you point us in the right direction?”
“I can do better than that. I shall take you to him.”
While she led them to the shop, a young boy of seven years ran up to Dominique and embraced her. “This is Zachary,” she explained, “one of my younger brothers.”
“Hi!” Zachary greeted. He then did a double take and his mouth dropped open, “You are William, Prince of Kalbem!” he shouted. “My father and I watched the tournament. Dominique! It’s our prince!”
Dominique was rather shocked by this news and was embarrassed she didn’t recognize the prince. Will simply smiled and bowed, “At your service, young sir. And who might your father be?”
“Thomas the Tinker, your grace,” the boy replied.
“Thomas!” Will exclaimed. “What a delight to meet some of his children. I have done business with Thomas; he is a wonderful craftsman. I shall have to visit you.”
“Please,” Dominique requested, “we would be honored if you joined us for dinner. We shall wait while you speak with Daniel.”
They walked with Will to the carpenter’s shop. Will knocked on the door. “Come in,” a faint voice called. Will entered and saw a young man using a plane to shave a piece of wood. Daniel was much smaller and younger than Will expected. Daniel looked indirectly at Will, “May I help you?”
“Yes,” Will replied, “are you Daniel, the carpenter?”
“I am Daniel, but I am a very new carpenter; I only finished my apprenticeship six months ago.”
“Wow,” Will marveled, “you are so young, and yet already a master.”
Daniel slumped and looked back at his work, “I’m no master. I get by just fine, but I’m nothing special.”
“Forgive me,” Will straightened up, “I’m being terribly rude. I am here to learn from you. I am William, Prince of Kalbem. Have you heard of the task I have at hand?”
Daniel turned around and gave an awkward, embarrassed look at Will. “You are the Prince? I know of the task, but what brings you here?”
“I want you to teach me carpentry,” Will stated confidently. “Of course I will work for it. I want to be your apprentice.”
Daniel looked shocked, “Me? Are you serious? Why not learn it from a better carpenter? I’m not good enough to make a kingly item, much less teach how to make one.”
“You were the one who made the bench in the gazebo, right?”
“Yes, but others made the gazebo.”
“In all my years of living at the palace and being a craftsman, I have never seen such extraordinary woodwork.” By this time, Will had walked all over Daniel’s shop and noticed that though Daniel was not well organized, his shop was full of intricate and beautiful woodwork. “I have seen what you do, and I think you are incredible. I want you to be my teacher.”
Daniel looked at the floor and said nothing. Will put a hand on his shoulder, “I will come back tomorrow and ask you again. Don’t underestimate your abilities. I hope you will agree to teach me your skill. I am a silversmith, so I am not unfamiliar with crafts. Think about it.” With that, Will left a stupefied carpenter in his shop.
Will and Edmund sat around the table with the Tinker family. “There are six of you and two of us,” Will said, “so let us get acquainted. State your name, age, what you do best, and something special. We can take turns around the table.”
Will gestured to his right and the boy he met earlier began, “I’m Zachary. I’m seven years old. I’m really coordinated and want to be a protector, like you!” He pointed at Edmund. “I have a tin ball I do tricks with too.”
Dominique looked shyly at Will and then Edmund, “My name is Dominique. I am eighteen years of age, and I’m best at sewing. There isn’t anything particularly special about me.” She looked at the child next to her as it was his turn.
The boy stood up on his chair, “I’m Derek. I’m four,” he held up four fingers. “And I can fly!” He leaped onto Dominique’s side, to which she told him he could fly after dinner and sat him back on his chair.
“You know me as Thomas the Tinker,” the head of the household stated. “My beloved wife died shortly after young Derek was born, so I just work to provide for my children.”
A thin and muscular boy on Thomas’s right began, “My name is Edward. I am fourteen. I’m a really good runner and I’m my father’s apprentice.”
The next boy hopped out of his seat and stood right between Edmund and Will, pulling them close, “My name is Cameron. I’m ten. I turn eleven in the winter, which is only two seasons away. I have the best imagination, so I run the games with the local children. And I caught a lizard today!”
“Thank you, Cameron,” Dominique said, “now please get back in your seat.”
Everyone looked at Edmund. He looked at Will, who gave him an approving look. “I am Edmund, personal bodyguard to the prince. I am nineteen years of age, and I am an accomplished fighter. That is my life; I’m not a very interesting person.”
Everyone looked at Will, “As you know, I am Will, Prince of Kalbem. I have come to this village on a task for the kingship. I am twenty, and a royal silversmith. I am also a husband and father to the two most beautiful and precious ladies in the world.”
“Aw,” Dominique smiled. “You and Katrina are such a cute couple! How old is the baby now?”
“Not even two weeks old,” Will sighed wistfully.
Thomas replied, “I’m so sorry you had to leave them so quickly. My family will do whatever is needed to help you win the task. You are welcome to stay here the whole month.”
“Thank you,” Will replied. “I really appreciate your kindness. Of course, Edmund and I will work for our stay.”
“Which is why I want you to win. Now, what kingly item should you make?”
“I want to build it with wood. Hopefully Daniel the carpenter will teach me.”
“You could make a throne!” Cameron exclaimed.
“Or a table,” Zachary added.
“Or a dragon!” Derek interjected. Everyone smiled at him and chuckled a little under their breath.
“I don’t really need anything,” Will insisted. “A king doesn’t need items, he needs a heart.”
“Then perhaps you can make something that shows your heart,” Thomas suggested.
They spent the rest of the evening discussing ideas, but none appealed to Will.
The next morning Will went to Daniel’s shop, “Good morning, Daniel. I would still like to learn carpentry from you; will you teach me?”
Daniel gave a nervous glance at Will and stuttered, “If it pleases... your grace. I am not the best, but I will help you in every way I can.”
“Great!” Will smiled. “Let’s get started.”
“What are you making for the task?”
“I don’t know yet. I want to give it some thought. But since I need to actually learn carpentry, I might as well learn the basics first.”
“Always a good idea,” Daniel agreed.
Daniel started showing Will the various tools in the shop and began teaching him basic technique. They worked until near dusk and had hardly even had a full conversation. Will did learn that Daniel had disabled parents that he cared for, and he worked as a carpenter to provide for them.
“That’s enough work for the day,” Daniel was getting a little more comfortable with his sentences and started making some eye contact with Will. “I’m impressed; you learn quickly.”
“Thank you,” Will smiled, “I have a good teacher. It does help that I'm a craftsman. You are incredible at this stuff. I’m so glad you agreed to help me.”
“Anything for our future king.”
“Look, there are some little ones playing outside; let’s join them!”
Daniel was slightly surprised to hear his prince talk about playing with children, but he nodded and followed Will outside. There was a nice clearing in front of Daniel’s workshop, so the children were running around and having a jolly time. The tinker’s children were among the lot.
Will, Edmund, and Daniel walked up to the children, “I bet you can’t get us!” Will called. The children immediately ran to the men and pounced on their legs. “No!” Will said dramatically. “You are too strong! Must get away.” He acted strained and started falling under all the children on top of him. Edmund and Daniel followed suit. One or two kids didn’t quite realize it was a game and actually attacked him, but he didn’t mind since it didn’t hurt much. “You got me!” Will slowly said as if he was dying.
Edmund looked at Will from under the pile of children, “Permission to play, my lord?”
“Permission granted,” Will smiled.
Edmund hopped up on a tree stump. “Who here likes dragons?” The children squealed in affirmation. Edmund continued in a mysterious and inviting voice, “There is a beautiful silver moon dragon that needs our help. But the dragon is being held at the top of the mountain, so it will not be easy to get there. Who will help me save the moon dragon?” The children excitedly affirmed their willingness to help.
Edmund continued, “First, we need to get up to the mountain. See those birds passing overhead?” He pointed to a clear sky, but the children nodded and gazed as if they saw real birds. “Everyone jump up and grab the legs of a bird, and they will fly all of us to the top of the mountain.” The children and three men all jumped up and pretended they were holding onto the feet of birds. Edmund started running around in a spiraling pattern, and everyone followed him. “We are close enough,” Edmund called. “Be careful on the landing. On my mark, let go!” He jumped like he was landing on the ground, and the others followed suit. Some of them landed gracefully, and others made a point to have a crash landing.
As soon as they finished giggling, Edmund continued, “Now, we need to cross this bridge to the place where the dragon is kept. Stay exactly behind me, because this bridge is very narrow. Don’t fall off, or you’ll fall down the mountain.” Quietly, Edmund walked in a straight path for several paces until he declared it the end of the bridge. Cameron pretended to fall off the bridge, but Zachary caught him and pulled him back onto the bridge. “Very well done,” Edmund commended.
His voice went low and soft, “We are here. The dungeon of the dragon. He is being held prisoner by evil knights. Who here can fight?” All the boys raised their hands. “Good. Daniel and Will will help the women grab the dragon’s things and we will take out all the evil knights.” Chaos erupted as the boys were running about pretending to fight imaginary knights and the girls were piling their arms with imaginary items and riches. Soon Edmund shouted, “We won!”
Everyone gathered and he continued. “Great job, everyone. The dragon is so happy with us, he is going to give each of us one of his golden items. You may pick your item, and then the dragon will take us home.” The children started debating amongst themselves about what they each wanted, and after some time they all figured it out. Edmund pretended to mount the dragon and beckoned while Will and Daniel picked up each child as if helping them mount the dragon.
“Everyone ready?” Edmund asked. The children all agreed and Edmund started moving his body around to mimic riding a dragon. The children followed his motions. “We made it home,” Edmund announced. “Take care of your gold items, and be good. Thank you for saving the silver moon dragon. You saved the day!” With that, each child was picked up and placed back on the ground as a dismount. The children soon dispersed since it was after dark by now and they needed to go home.
Will noticed that quite a crowd had stopped to watch them play with the children. He noticed Dominique, and even Caroline, the castle cook. He thought he had seen Jennifer when they were fighting the evil knights, but he couldn’t see her now, so he dismissed the thought. Will motioned for Caroline to come over, “Hello, Caroline. It is great to see you here.”
“Thank you, my lord,” she replied, holding her younger sister’s hand. “I am glad you chose our village to learn your skill.”
“Of course! This village is very well known for its artistic ability. You are an incredible cook, I’m staying with a great tinker, and Daniel here is an amazing carpenter.” Will put his arm on Daniel’s shoulder. Daniel had been staring at Caroline this whole time with a dumbfounded look on his face. At Will’s touch, he straightened up and gave a most awkward and forced half smile to Caroline. “I am very eager to learn the trade and to know my people better,” Will continued.
“Wonderful,” Caroline smiled. “Is there anything I can assist you with?”
“Actually, I would really appreciate it if you could bring a letter to my lovely wife for me. I don’t have one on me, but perhaps could I run it by in the morning?”
“I can come to you, sire. If you are working with the carpenter, I walk right past his shop every morning on my way to the castle. I can easily take it.”
“Thank you so much, Caroline. I shall see you then.”
“Indeed you shall, sire.”
Will turned and noticed Dominique talking to Edmund. He usually didn’t talk at all unless young children were involved, but she was managing to get one word answers from him, so Will was impressed.
The next morning, Will and Edmund were back at Daniel’s workshop. Will was helping Daniel make a table. Caroline knocked as Will was clamping parts of the base together. Daniel opened the door and Will called, “Just a minute. I need to get this in place.”
Daniel just stood in the doorway staring at Caroline. “Hi,” she said. He panicked and closed the door.
“Invite her in!” Will ordered.
Daniel opened the door and said, “Come in.” She had a tight squeeze between the door and him, as he was practically petrified in the doorway. When he saw her inside, he closed the door, and then backed up against it. He likely attempted to smile, as his teeth were showing, but it looked more like he was about to be eaten by a bear.
Will broke the silence, “Sorry, Caroline. Thank you for coming here. This is the letter for my wife.”
“It’s my pleasure,” Caroline’s raised eyebrow started to lower, “I’m always happy for an excuse to talk to Lady Katrina; she is such a kind and sweet woman.”
“Thank you,” Will smiled, “there are many reasons I married her.”
“I was actually originally hired as a cook for your wedding.”
“Really? That sounds about right. You progressed to head cook rather quickly, though it’s not surprising, given your great talent.”
Daniel had not moved from his about to be eaten by a bear look, so Will gently shoved him out of the way of the door and opened it for Caroline to leave.
“Wow, I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen anyone act more awkwardly around a girl before.” Will was laughing, not in a mocking or demeaning way, but rather almost as if he was laughing at himself, despite the fact that he was referring to Daniel.
“I don’t talk to girls,” Daniel stated nervously.
“I see.” Will brightened up, “But we can work on that! Is Caroline of special interest or are you that way with every girl?”
“She is a special interest. So I usually look the most stupid when I’m with her.”
“Isn’t that always how it is?” Will winked. “Tell me about Caroline. I must say, you have excellent taste; she is talented and lovely.”
“Indeed she is,” Daniel sighed. “I’m not sure if she knows I exist anymore. My father lost his mind when he nearly drowned, and my mother was paralyzed by a falling tree branch. Both were within a year of each other when I was thirteen. Caroline’s family practically took us in when we could no longer take care of ourselves until I was able to provide. They still drop by once a month to bring a dinner to us.
“When I lived with Caroline’s family, she was so good to me. She helped me look for work, she cooked for us, and she helped me cope. She is such a kind and loving woman; I have never met anyone more giving than her. I’ve been interested ever since, but as I get older it seems I have less and less to say. I can hardly choke out a ‘hello’ if I’m lucky.”
“Well, Daniel,” Will put a hand on his shoulder, “I knew a beautiful, gracious, and talented young lady that I admired very much. She didn’t seem to want to have anything to do with me for years, but now I’m married to her. Let’s see what we can do.”
“Thanks. If you can get me to not be nervous around girls, I’ll be convinced you can do anything.”
“You’ll never remove nervousness completely; I will get nervous with my own wife sometimes, but for some reason she still loves me. The big thing you need to work on right now is simply saying something and being yourself.”
Will relayed what little he knew that he knew about women and they finished constructing the table by the end of the day. “It still needs some detail work, sanding, and varnishing. We’ll work more on it tomorrow.”
As they left the shop, the children were playing outside as they had the day before. They looked at Edmund hopefully, and after an approving nod from Will, Edmund began a game, “My friends! The Queen’s pearls were stolen by the lava monster. Who can help me find them?” They all joined, and Edmund led them through an adventure.
Daniel and Will found themselves playing the lava monster and Dominique ended up playing the queen. The children had fun bowing to her as Edmund returned her pearls and kissed her hand. As the children scattered, Dominique smiled and subconsciously stroked her hand where he kissed it.
When Daniel and Will were playing dead, Will whispered to Daniel, “When they are done playing, take Caroline’s sister to her.”
“Wait, what do I do?” Daniel questioned.
“As soon as the children finish their quest, go clap hands with Sarah and tell her good job. Then ask her how old she is now, and compliment her dress; it is rather lovely, after all. As soon as you’re near Caroline, smile, say ‘Have a good night, Caroline,’ and bow your head slightly.”
Daniel wrote what Will said on a scrap of parchment and psyched himself up for it. Once the game was over, Daniel walked directly to Sarah, clapped her hand, saying, “Good job.” He then said rather quickly, “How old are you now? That is a nice dress.” He began walking to Caroline, leaving Sarah behind. Once he stood in front of Caroline, he opened his mouth and stood there for ten seconds. Then he showed his teeth, with a somewhat less terrified look than before, looked at the parchment, said, “Have a good night,” quickly moved his head down then up, and ran back to Will. “I talked to her!” he exclaimed.
Will had his head in one hand and looked at Daniel, “We have a lot to work on. I’m glad you said something though. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Will lay awake that night thinking about the task. I want to make something for the children, he thought. They play in a stone yard; there is hardly any scope for the imagination there. That should be kingly enough; Father always said that the best king is a servant.
That night Will dreamed of the first game with the children when they saved the dragon.
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