the first three lessons. Sir Arnie figured it was close enough for his tastes and he adopted the honorary title from then on.

Drake found the information didn't matter to him. Sir Arnie had been a true and faithful companion throughout the entirety of Drake's quest, so what if his title was not true? What did bother Drake, though, was how Sir Arnie was all too willing to boast about his skill and fighting prowess, yet he had never once drawn his sword during the entire time Drake had come to know him, at least not during a fight, anyway.

Drake had questioned his friend about this after a brief encounter with a band of brigands looking to relieve Drake of his money purse. During the fight, Sir Arnie had hidden himself behind a tree and cheered Drake on against the five criminals.

Emerging from his place of hiding after the fight, Sir Arnie looked shocked and dismayed that his friend would question his courage.

"I, sir, am a trained master swordsman! You are not! I am simply allowing you the opportunity of facing these minor hoodlums so you might better your skills! Not to mention I... um... need to conserve my strength for the day we stand against the might and power of Halfeagle!"

This argument made sense to Drake and he questioned his friend no more on the matter.

Drake sat down beside Sir Arnie, who was scooping stew out of a pot set over a small cooking fire. He plopped two scoopfuls into a wooden bowl and handed it to Drake.

"Eat up! You'll need your strength for tomorrow's journey into town."

"So we're close then?" Drake accepted the bowl and began slurping its contents without the use of a spoon.

"Yes. And if our informant is correct, this Schnod fellow we're supposed to see will tell us how to find Halfeagle."

Drake pulled the bowl away from his lips and stared intently off into the distance. "Then, at last we can reveal ourselves to Halfeagle. At last, we will have our revenge!"

This earned him a smack across the back of the head by Sir Arnie. "Knock it off! We don't even know how long it will take to get to Halfeagle once we find out where he is! For all we know it might take weeks of travel."

Drake nodded in agreement and they ate the rest of their dinner in silence. The two of them together looked quite a sight. Drake, with his bronze-colored skin and six-foot-tall frame dwarfed his five-foot-two,

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