The next he knew, he was sitting before their fire, a tender roasted joint of meat in his hand, telling them of his quest, of the beautiful princess held captive on the mountain, of all the brave and strong young men who had tried and failed to save her, of her royal parents wasting away with grief in their castle. He shared with them how he hoped to find a way to save the princess and bring joy to all the people.
By the end of his tale, the fierce little men were enthralled. The leader struck his shield upon the ground. “A very, very good story,” he said stoutly. Then he jumped to his feet, his pike held over his head. “We will come too!” he cried. “We will support you in your quest to save the princess!” All the other little ...