Early one morning in the year 1592 a courier appeared at the castle of the Earl of Duke. By royal decree his sons Lance and Lot were summoned to appear before Princess Snow Beauty.
The next morning the two young men were ushered into a small sitting room where the princess awaited them. “I have heard of your bravery and I know you to be honest and forthright in all your ways. My father, the King of Lilliput, has been captured by the Wicked Witch of the Land of Nod. You must travel to the witch’s fortress and rescue him. The one who succeeds in this quest will receive my hand in marriage.”
“Of a surety,” Lot boasted, “whatever the Princess wishes shall be my command for I have no need of help from man or beast. I rely only on my great sword – Edsel the Ford.”
“And what say you, Sir Lance?” The princess asked.
“I shall inquire of my Lord God and do as He instructs me.”
Thus Lance and Lot hurried home and began making preparations for the task at hand. Lot was certain with his mighty sword at his side he could not lose and turning his head toward Nod he left his home post haste. Princess Snow Beauty would soon be his bride.
Lance, however, did not trust in man or sword but in the Wisdom of the Ages. Therefore he tarried until He knew the mind of the Lord.
In the meantime Lot reached the dark fortress. Briars and thorn bushes blocked his way. Reaching for his sword he hacked his way up to the drawbridge. Raising his mighty sword into the air he called, “In the name of the King I demand you release him!” Slowly the drawbridge was lowered and Lot rode into the courtyard. The witch was waiting for him.
The witch spoke not a word but lifted her spear. Faster than lightening it flew. Lot fell from his horse, the spear deep in his throat.
Two days later Lance arrived at the fortress and challenged the witch. Again the drawbridge lowered. The witch glared at Lance. “You shall die just as your brother died.” She threw her mighty spear. Whish! But this time the spear missed its mark.
Lance wasted no time. He brought his hand up and threw his weapon. Straight as an arrow it flew penetrating the witch’s heart.
The citizens of Nod gathered around. “She’s dead,” someone whispered.
“He killed her with a quill to the heart,” said another.
“How could a quill kill the wicked witch?” Everyone looked at Lance.
He slid from his horse and pulled the quill from the witch’s chest. “Citizens of Nod, you have been living under a spell cast by the evil one. She was destroyed because this very quill is a holy vessel used by the Ancient of Days to write His words in the hearts of man. A vessel used in His service has the power to crush evil where ever it is found. Will you be willing vessels of the Most High God and allow Him to write His word in your hearts?”
“We will they cried. The Lord, He is our God forevermore!”
And so the King returned to his throne, Lance and Princess Snow Beauty were married, and Lot, who lived and did not die, became a scribe and spent the rest of his life wielding a pen and not a sword.
They all lived happily ever after.
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