The Search for the Princess

August 23, 1245 At last! Harriet and I embraced as we climbed into the tower. But I should have known it was to good to last. In our sleep this happy, happy, night, Harriet’s captor locked us all in a dark cellar, and as I muttered about what a more experienced knight would do, Princess Harriet yelled something that changed everything for me. “How can you think of chivalry at a time like this?” And, reflecting upon those words now, I realize that the entire time I have owned you I have written of nothing but chivalry, honor, and courage, ignoring the truly important things in life. For example, Mickey’s birthday passed two weeks ago, and I paid no heed. Sir Melchisedek R. Gnawington