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The Fearsome Knight and the LIttle Dragon: A Fairytale

The Fearsome Knight and the Little Dragon: A Fairytale
by James Lecky

Fearsome Knight / Little Dragon

Once there was a knight named Guy de Rosillion (Guy pronounced ‘Ghee’, since he was French) who was regarded both by himself and by those around him as the fiercest warrior in the land. Guy had inherited both his fierceness and reputation from his father, Adrien of Rosillion, who had in turn inherited it from his father, Zacharie of Rosillion, who had in turn… and so forth…

Wherever he went, men trembled, women swooned and small boys ran and hid behind their mother’s skirts, while secretly making promises to themselves that, one day, they too would be so feared and so respected.

In fact, Guy de Rosillion was so feared and so respected that never once in his life had he been forced to draw his sword in anger – one glance from those steely blue eyes was enough to set the worst of ruffians to his heels and not even the most courageous of his fellow knights was prepared maintain eye contact let alone cross blades with him.

Now, it happened that, one day, a dragon arrived in the countryside surrounding Rosillion. It was not a big dragon, as dragons go - being only the size of a decent elephant - but it was true to its nature - as dragons are – taking away sheep, goats, cattle and occasionally placing damsels in distress.

So terrible was the dragon that, despite its reduced stature (in dragon terms) one glance from its smouldering eyes was enough cause anyone who saw it to flee in abject terror.

“Who will rid us of this troublesome beast?” cried the good citizens of Rosillion. (An English King, who happened to be passing, misheard their words as ‘turbulent priest’ and many years later he… but that’s another story)

“You are the best and fiercest warrior in the land,” the citizens said to Guy, “ride forth and slay this beast.”

Guy agreed and, together with his squire (a young man whose name has since been forgotten) rode out of the city gates one fine spring morning.

His armour was polished, his sword sharp and his steely glint cowed all those who were foolish enough to look directly into his eyes.

“Fear not,” he said as he rode away. “The dragon will be slain by sunset.”

It is well known that dragons pay little attention to the affairs of men – much less, certainly, than men pay to the affairs of dragons – so that when the dragon saw Guy in all his polished splendour it did not tremble, swoon, take to its heels or, in fact, do anything that was expected of it, being totally unaware of Guy’s fearsome reputation.

Similarly, and most puzzlingly to the dragon, Guy did not flee in terror - abject or otherwise – since he was fiercest warrior in the land and the son and heir of Adrien de Rosillion, grandson of Zacharie de Rosillion… and so forth…

Instead, the knight dismounted from his horse and fixed the dragon with his steely glare. And in turn, the dragon ambled towards him and fixed Guy de Rossilion with its smouldering gaze.

“No creature can withstand my stare,” thought Guy and glared even harder than before.

“One glance and he will run like a frightened mouse,” thought the dragon (although this is a very rough translation from Dragonesque) and glared even harder.

And as the squire watched from a conveniently safe distance behind a conveniently safe rock, something wondrous and utterly unexpected happened.

Like the irresistible force and the immovable object, Guy and the little dragon simply cancelled one another out. They stood and stared, eyeball-to-eyeball, neither one moving or, indeed, capable of movement.

After an hour or so, the squire slipped away and informed the good citizens of Rosillion of what had happened.

“A triumph!” said some. “The dragon is vanquished!”

“A tragedy!” said others. “Guy is vanquished!”

In the end, they were unable to decide if this turn of events was to be celebrated or mourned (although, since they no longer had to concern themselves either the dragon or Guy, a slim majority thought the whole thing was for the best) and so the incident was discreetly forgotten about.

Guy and the dragon continued to stare and - I am reliably informed - remain there to this very day, though Guy de Rosillion’s armour is less bright than it once was, sparrows have a tendency to nest on his shoulders and head and the scales of the little dragon are covered with moss, ivy, creeping buttercup and various other hardy perennials

So, if circumstance should take you to Rosillion and the countryside around it (the city still exists, somewhere just beyond the corner of one’s eye) and you should see a dragon and a knight locked in a staring contest, for pity’s sake do not be tempted to try and break their stalemate.

They would not thank you for it.

And neither, I believe, would anyone else.

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James Lecky is a theatre actor and director from Northern Ireland. Most recently, his work has appeared in Everyday Fiction and the Aeon Press anthology Emerald Eye. He lives with his wife, his cat and is sickeningly content.

What do you think is the most important part of a fantasy story?

I think what fantasy tries to do - and for that matter all fiction - is to transport the reader, however briefly, into a different world and it is those different worlds and the characters that inhabit them that attract us to fantasy.


Aubrie said...

A clever and ironic story that follows in the fairytale tradition. Charming...I enjoyed reading it.