Hearing of the princesse's plight, the Huntsman asked: "And why has the dragon not been killed?"
"Ahh," the Landlord said. "Many knights have tried and all have failed. The king now has no choice but to offer his daughter's life.
The Hunstman said nothing further. But late that evening, unobserved, he went to the rear of the tavern, where his horse was stabled. From a pack on the animal's back he drew out a well oiled package and held it carefully in his hands. Inside the package was a worn leather sheath, tattered at the edges but still bearing the marks of the Huntsman's skinning tools.
And inside that sheath was his father's old sword.
(borrowed and illuminated from Grimm's Faerytales.)
Ps: I'll be round everyone's blogs in the next few days, so get ready :)
The last image is what the image was like pre-post.
