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The Real Book
And The Silver Chair
There once was a cruel King who ruled over his lands with fear and anger. All of his subjects hated him. One day, one of the King’s spies returned with surprising news.
“My King, there is a tale going around of a magic book. Apparently, the Wizard in the mountains has cast a spell on a book. And now, whatever is written in the book becomes real. It is called The Real Book.”
“Can this be true?” The King wondered aloud.
“Several claim to have seen it work its magic. One man claims he saw the Wizard write A bag of gold appeared on the table in front of me, and a bag of gold instantly appeared. Then the writing in the book disappeared.”
“Fetch me Sir Justice,” the King shouted.
The spy located the knight and sent him to see the King.
“My King, I am here to do your bidding,” Sir Justice said.
“There is an old wizard living in the mountains. He has a magic book called The Real Book. You must retrieve this book and bring it to me, at all costs. Do not fail me. Your life depends on it.”
“I shall not fail you, my King.”
The knight rode into the mountains and eventually found the old Wizard sitting in an Inn. He approached the table and sat down.
