| "I'm not Sir Irving,"
the man says. "I'm Rocky -- and you should have figured that out
already."
You knot your eyebrows. "What do you mean?" "You've had clues all along. Like, what are you looking for? A magic stone. Like, what's my name? Rocky." "That's a clue?" you ask. "A huge one," Rocky replies. "Then there was that knight who was following you out of the Tavern of the Scottish Clown." "That was you?" "No, but how did he die? He was killed by a pile of rocks. And what's my name . . . hint hint? And then there was Ranger Pete in Volcano Land. That was me. Pete is short for Peter, which comes from the Greek word Petra, which means 'rock.' Rock -- Rocky. Get it?" You roll your eyes. "And these are supposed to be clues?" "Well, ask yourself, who has consistently shown magical abilities during your journey? Not Goofdaln -- that ninny was supposed to be here an hour ago to rescue you from the Green Knight, and he still hasn't shown up. No, it's me -- I'm the one with consistent magical powers. How else do you think I get females to follow after me? I am in possession of a magical concoction which the vast majority of women cannot resist, and which will be of great value to your kingdom. I was going to tell you about this earlier, but you always had someone around you -- that knight, for starters, and later that minotaur and then all those females, whom I attempted to draw off so I could speak to you alone." "Well," you say. "That certainly ties the whole story together and puts a ribbon bow on top. But would you mind backing up a bit?" "The part about the magical concoction?" "No, the part before that." "Uh, I forgot that part. Help me here." "It was the part about how Goofdaln was supposed to show up to rescue me from the Green Knight." "Yeah, he was. The ninny!" "Well, just who is this Green Knight, and why do I need a wizard to rescue me from him?" A giant shadow falls across your own. A voice booms from behind you: "The Green Knight is a warrior of immeasurable supernatural power. You need a wizard to defeat him because no mere mortal or earthly blade can do so." You slowly turn. A knight dressed in glowing green armor is standing behind you. "Three gu -- I mean, ahem -- Three guesses as to whom I am!" "I can barely understand you," you say. "For one thing, it's 'who' not 'whom,' and then there's the whole issue of the odd color and the weird font." "All right, I'll speak normally. And to repeat the challenge: three guesses as to whom -- " "Who." "-- who I am." You stare at him blankly for a moment, and then the answer comes to you with absolute certainty, without a shadow of doubt. "Sir Irving the Explainer!" you cry. |