Like the tortoise I am “Patience!” said the master and stopped. The boy was bleeding with the blow he had just received onto his right arm. The sword of his fellow knight was dipped into the blood of the boy. The boy was trying to hide his pain, the tears were on the verge of a…
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My Sword is Rusted The boy held the sword in his hand. It was rusted and the iron was hidden. He saw the dazzling swords of the other knights. ‘What has caught your sight, my boy?’ questioned the master watching the boy gaze at his reflection formed on the surface of the other knight’s sword.…
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I Haven’t Reached the Peak ‘Do you think that the source up there is very cruel?’ asked the master. ‘I’m not sure,’ replied the boy, half perplexed. ‘Then?’ questioned the master again. ‘But then why haven’t I succeeded yet in my journey after all the battles I have fought,’ said the boy with a tint…
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The Wordcastle 