THE SONG OF THE KING

The three knights sat at the table and listened as the prince spoke.
"My father, the king, has pledged the hand of my sister to the first
of you who can prove himself worthy."

The prince paused to let the men take in the news. He looked at
their faces-each weathered from miles and scarred from battles. The
kingdom knew no stronger warriors than these three. And these three
soldiers knew of no fairer maiden than the daughter of the king.
Each knight had asked the king for her hand. The king had promised
only an opportunity-a test to see which was worthy of his daughter.
And now the time for the test had arrived.

"Your test is a journey," the prince explained, "a journey to the
king's castle by way of Hemlock."

"The forest?" one knight quickly inquired.

"The forest," answered the prince.

There was silence as the knights pondered the words. Each felt a
stab of fear. They knew the danger of Hemlock, a dark and deadly
place. Parts of it were so thick with trees that the sunlight never
found the floor. It was the home of the Hopenots-small, sly
creatures with yellow eyes. Hopenots were not very strong, but they
were clever, and they were many. Some people believed the Hopenots
were lost travellers changed by the darkness. But no-one really knew
for sure.

"Will we travel alone?" Carlisle spoke--a strange question from the
strongest of the three knights. His fierce sword was known
throughout the kingdom. But even this steely soldier knew better
than to travel Hemlock unaccompanied.

"You may each select one companion."

"But the forest is dark. The trees make the sky black. How will we
find the castle?" This time it was Alon who spoke. He was not as
strong as Carlisle, but much quicker. He was famous for his speed.
Alon left trails of baffled enemies whose grasp he'd escape by
ducking into trees or scampering over walls. But swiftness is
worthless if you have no direction.

So Alon asked, "How will we find the way?"

The prince nodded, reached into his sack, and pulled out an ivory
flute. "There are only two of these," he explained. "This one and
another in the possession of the king."

He put the instrument to his lips and played a soft, sweet aria.
Never had the knights heard such soothing music. "My father's flute
plays the same song. His song will guide you to the castle."

"How is that?" Alon asked.

"Three times a day the king will play from the castle wall. When the
sun rises, when the sun peaks, and when the sun sets. Listen for
him. Follow his song and you will find the castle."

"There is only one other flute like this one?"

"Only one."

"And you and your father play the same music?"

"Yes."

It was Cassidon inquiring. Cassidon was known for his alertness. He
saw what others missed. He knew the home of a traveller by the dirt
on his boot. He knew the truth of a story by the eyes of the teller.
He could tell the size of a marching army by the number of birds in
flight. Carlisle and Alon wondered why he asked about the flute. It
wouldn't be very long before they found out.

"Consider the danger and choose your companion carefully," the
prince cautioned.

The next morning the three knights mounted their horses and entered
Hemlock. Behind each rode the chosen companion.

* * * * * * *

For the people in the king's castle, the days of waiting passed
slowly. All knew of the test. And all wondered which knight would
win the princess. Three times a day the people stopped their work to
listen. After many days and countless songs, a watchman spotted two
figures stumbling out of the forest into the clearing. No-one could
tell who they were. They were too far from the castle. The men had
no horses, weapons, or armour.

"Hurry," commanded the king to his guards, "bring them in. Give them
medical treatment and food, but don't tell anyone who they are.
Dress the knight as a prince, and we will see their faces tonight at
the banquet."

He then dismissed the crowds and told them to prepare for the feast.

That evening a festive spirit filled the banquet hall. At every
table people tried to guess which knight had survived Hemlock
Forest. Finally, the moment came to present the victor. At the
king's signal the people became quiet, and he began to play the
flute. Once again the ivory instrument sang. The people turned to
see who would enter. Many thought it would be Carlisle, the
strongest. Others felt it would be Alon, the swiftest. But it was
neither. The knight who survived the journey was Cassidon, the
wisest.

He strode quickly across the floor, following the sound of the flute
one final time and bowing before the king.

"Tell us of your journey," he was instructed. The people leaned
forward to listen.

"The Hopenots were treacherous," Cassidon began. "They attacked, but
we resisted. They took our horses, but we continued. What nearly
destroyed us, though, was something far worse."

"What was that?" asked the princess.

"They imitated."

"They imitated?" asked the king.

"Yes, my king. They imitated. Each time the song of your flute would
enter the forest, a hundred flutes would begin to play. All around
us we heard music-songs from every direction.

"I do not know what became of Carlisle and Alon," he continued, "but
I know strength and speed will not help one hear the right flute."

The king asked the question that was on everyone's lips. "Then how
did you hear my song?"

"I chose the right companion," he answered as he motioned for his
fellow traveller to enter. The people gasped. It was the prince. In
his hand he carried the flute.

"I knew there was only one who could play the song as you do,"
Cassidon explained. "So I asked him to travel with me. As we
journeyed, he played. I learned your song so well that though a
thousand false flutes tried to hide your music, I could still hear
you. I knew your song and followed it."