A fairly fair fairy tale, still with no fairies.

(Read part one here.)

So the knight errant, who was not too errant, kept going on his patrol. He road along on his high horse on that mighty fine and dandy day. For without the mighty tricky dandy men about, the day was fine and dandy indeed.

He came to the other side of the castle of the Prince. On this side was the land of the Beast and his servants, the ape-men. The ape-men just had clubs and their own brute strength. They worshipped trees and animals, so they did not progress very far. Also, they did not write things down but only grunted at each other. They ran in packs and relied on that for their strength. Fortunately, there were no packs of ape-men out on this mighty fine day. They were probably out worshipping trees as they sometimes did. So the knight rode back to the castle.

Inside the gates there were some young squires sparring. So the knight went and joined them. As he sparred with them he noticed that they were using a few techniques of the dandy men of the Queen of the South. He shrugged it off as coincidence. But then, there it was again, and then again. They were fighting like dandy men.

He looked up to see one of the knights of a higher order called a knight templar walking out of the palace and coming to observe. He went over to him and said, "Does it seem to you like they're fighting like dandy men? It does to me." The knight templar replied, "Yes, we know that they have been sneaking out to the terrority of the Queen of the South. We cannot have the lukewarm within these gates, they might become her servants and betray us. So we know that something msut be done. The Prince's orders in dealing with these squires is to wound them, so they must stay in the gates. He is a forgiving master, but if they keep doing the same thing then they will be thrown out to go serve the Queen until she is defeated."

So the knight went back to sparring with the squires. He started swinging and sparring harder. One little squire said, "Hey, that's not nice!" with a quaver in his voice. Then, he tried to fight harder but failed. They were groupie squires and they piped up with a sqeaky voices, "That's really just not nice!" Then those that were left all tried to fight at once.

But each one was wounded because they were not very strong, even all together. So these groupie squires stayed in the gates for a bit. Eventually some would leave, yet some that were wounded would also stay and become stronger knights of the Prince than the one who trained them on that day.