The Tale of Old Sir Placid

And so on it went, first one, then the other, until all the knights in King Narcolepsy’s court had been sent off and had returned, all incapitated in various ways. After one fool called Sir Petrology had returned as an unmoving stone statue, the King had all but given up on the idea of any sort of talks between the Evil Paradox and himself. But there was one last knight, an old man, who was just entering his fortieth year, and an old childhood friend of King Narcolepsy. He was called Sir Turbidity, or the Old Fogey by his children. So the King sent for Sir Turbidity and his squire, Echolalia. When turbidity stood in front of him, King Narcolepsy asked “Will you do this one thing for me, Sir Turbidity? Will you go to the Evil Paradox and talk with him, try to convince him to turn himself in?” “Sure I will.” Sir Turbidity answered.