The songs of Giatolo called out to him in the tavern. Sick
to death of mice, he wanted adventure.
He kissed
his mother and left before his father came home from the pens. Brigands took
his bread and cheese before the end of the first day, outlaws his staff and
pack before the end of the next.
He grew
stronger. He learned to fight with the sword and the pike, with the axe and the
mace. He defeated fierce monsters and saved many maidens fair.
But to the
end of his days, his fingernails still smelled to him like mouse-dung.
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