There lived three kings with one son each. The kingdoms were not far apart, and the three princes grew up riding, fishing, and studying together. Crispin, the eldest of the three, was known for his swift wit and skill with a sword. His temper was quick to rouse and quicker to wither, and he could spear a fish in a stream with just his dagger. Bernard, next eldest, was known to wrestle bears in the spring when they were meanest, and win. He loved his princely cousins with a deep heart and deeper loyalty. Samuel, the youngest of the three, though not by much, for they truly were almost all of age, had accidentally destroyed -- and then rebuilt -- the bridge over the River Gray, and once, spent a whole summer lolling about reading nothing but poetry.
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Tuesday, January 29, 2002
There lived three kings with one son each. The kingdoms were not far apart, and the three princes grew up riding, fishing, and studying together. Crispin, the eldest of the three, was known for his swift wit and skill with a sword. His temper was quick to rouse and quicker to wither, and he could spear a fish in a stream with just his dagger. Bernard, next eldest, was known to wrestle bears in the spring when they were meanest, and win. He loved his princely cousins with a deep heart and deeper loyalty. Samuel, the youngest of the three, though not by much, for they truly were almost all of age, had accidentally destroyed -- and then rebuilt -- the bridge over the River Gray, and once, spent a whole summer lolling about reading nothing but poetry.
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