The Knight stepped out of the shadows.  “I have been waiting for you a long time,” he said to the prince.
        “Dreadfully sorry!  I was incapable of stopping my delay,” he muttered under his breath so anyone close by couldn’t hear his half of the conversation.
        “What was it, exactly, that delayed your arrival,” the Knight questioned in a rather suspicious tone.
        “The winds over the ocean,” and added: “We can clock them, but cannot control them.”
“Aah...I see.  And so, you had to wait an entire year?!  I beg your pardon, but you had a westerly wind months ago,” shouted the Knight in rage.  And more calmly added, “I do believe that you are lying to me!”
        The prince looked down at his feet sheepishly.  “Yes, that is correct.  We did have a westerly wind many months ago, but--”
        The Knight cut him off, and smiled smugly; finishing his sentence for him: “You didn’t have the money, did you?”
        “No,” whispered the prince.  That Knight could read him like a book--almost knowing exactly what he was going to say.  The prince was ashamed because, and I quote from the towns' people, “A prince without money is not a prince, but a lowly commoner--as he calls us.”  He was also ashamed because if he was not able to make a short voyage across the sea when he wanted to, when he finally returned from that voyage, he might face public embarrassment, or be exiled from the royal family--maybe even both.  The Knight made a face that looked to be one of disgust, but the prince gave short shrift about that.  He didn’t really care about a face that Knight made, because he was trying to find a way to trick the towns people that he really did have money, but didn’t like to spend it on himself (or the town for that matter, be cause he sure didn’t help them with money problems either!), but rather his family.
        “So, what will you do,” asked the Knight in a sardonic tone.
        “I don’t know anymore.  I really don’t know,” the prince stammered to reply.
        The Knight was deep in thought, because the idea of his brother--the prince, being publicly embarrassed was not what he wanted.  He finally said, “I’ll help you out.  I will pay anything for my brother to avoid embarrassment to the public, even if it does mean me having to work doubly hard for a while.  The only thing is; I will not support you your whole life.  You must find extra work, or start saving money the real way--in a bank.  Even if a commoner owns it, you will still use their bank for saving your money.  Promise me, Brother--promise me that you will do this.”
        The prince nodded in a gesture of “yes.”  Finally he said, “Thank-you, Brother.  Yes.  I will certainly save my money in a bank.  Any bank--commonly owned or not.  And then, one day, I will come here to pay your services back.  Oh, and by-the-way...What did you want me to come here for?"