comfortable bed in contemplation?”
Roggie nodded his head.
“And have you gained knowledge since you left your burrow?”
Roggie nodded his head again.
“Then you are indeed becoming enlightened!”
When he thought about it, maybe the Griffin did have a point. During his adventure he had experienced many things which the other people within the village, and possible within the kingdom would never experience. Maybe he was not quite so unworthy as he had originally thought?
“What is Enlightenment?”
Roggie was still confused.
“An awakening or your Inner Self.”
That still did not make any sense to him, what was his Inner Self?
A very broad smile filled the Griffin’s face, and he began to chuckle to himself.
“When you discover what that is, then you will be ready to become King!”
The Griffin could sense his confusion, and as Roggie climbed back onto the log, the Griffin put a comforting arm around his shoulder.
“A King is a guardian of his people, and is there to protect and look after them, not to control them. It is his job to guide them by the wisdom he has learnt, and he is judged by how well he does that. If you look at the sceptre it has a gauge on the side, and every time something worthy is done it goes up, but when something unworthy is done, then it goes down.”
That seemed simple enough.
“But what is worthy?”
Roggie did not have the first idea.
“Anything that helps the people - a Worthy King seeks justice, honour and truth.”
Roggie was still confused.
“The Great King was a very just and Enlightened Ruler, who having tried his very best to seek a peaceful conclusion to the many disputes raised by his brother, eventually failed. Despite his considerable talents of diplomacy, he was not able to prevent the terrible battle which resulted in not only his death, but the ruination of the entire kingdom.”
Roggie knew the legend like everyone else.
“He was loved by his people, who built the memorial to him, and placed the sceptre in the hand of his statue.”
Roggie had seen it, and now the sceptre he had been encouraged to take by the Faery, had poisoned him!
“The people have been threatened by the Self Appointed One, who seeks power and wishes to rule by fear. The people need a just King to liberate them from this fear, so that they can return to living peacefully together.”
Roggie could see that it was not going to be a very easy job for anyone to do!
“You must prove that you are worthy, and then you must free all of the people of these lands from his control.”
It was one thing to have been mistaken for the Great King, and been looked after by the Bears, or even to dream of being a King, but it was quite something else to have to do something to justify it!
“Do you remember the plaque that sat above where you took the sceptre from?”
Roggie thought for a moment, and when he remembered what it said, he repeated it to the Griffin.
“Only the Worthy!”
The proverbial penny suddenly dropped. He had inadvertently taken the challenge to see if he was going to be worthy of becoming King!
He was no warrior, and doubted if anyone would ever follow him anywhere. He may have looked like the Great King, but that was as far as it went.
The Griffin could sense his doubt.
“The Faery believes in you!”
Roggie had forgotten all about her, and wished that she was here now to save him.
“If you were not worthy, then the poison would have killed you by now. It is a strange substance, and both it and the sceptre were created long ago to insure that only the Worthy shall become King.”
Roggie looked at the gauge, which had already begun to fall, indicating that he was not so worthy after all!
The Griffin continued to explain.
“The poison is working into your bloodstream, and there is only one thing that you can do to stop the gauge reaching the bottom.”
Roggie kept on looking at it, wishing that he had never listened to the Faery in the first place.
“You must prove your worthiness.”
He did not feel worthy at all, as he had taken the sceptre, which made him a thief!
“It was your destiny to find it, and to take it, and your destiny is something that you can not hide away from.”
Roggie looked glum!
“Is there any cure for the poison?”
He was hoping that there was another way out of this dilemma.
“Besides proving your worthiness, there is one other way.”
Roggie felt relieved, that at least there was something else that he could do to save his life. Maybe it was some sort of a potion, and if he took it, then he could return the sceptre, and forget all about becoming a King. From what the Griffin had told him, it sounded a lot of hard work, and Roggie was not one for work!
“What is the cure?”
Roggie asked, hoping that the Griffin would be able to create a potion, which he could take. Maybe it would be something like the Bears had given him on the previous two mornings, to counteract the effects of all the ale that he had consumed the nights before.
“Dragon’s Blood.”
The Griffin’s words landed like a bombshell.
“Dragon’s Blood!”
Roggie put his head in his hands.
“How am I supposed to kill a Dragon?”
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