The king sent a knight to kill the dragon. The knight did not want to kill the dragon. He thought the dragon was majestic, an embodiment of the world’s natural splendor. He just couldn’t do it. So, he circled the dragon’s lair on his horse for a minute, then rode off toward the horizon. This enraged the king, so he sent another knight to kill the knight who refused to kill the dragon. But the second knight didn’t want to kill the first knight. He thought the first knight was principled, honorable, someone with true ethical standards. So, he followed the knight’s tracks for a while, then veered off in the direction of the horizon (but not the same part of the horizon that the first knight raced toward). The king sent more knights, and when there were no more knights, he hired mercenaries. When he ran out of mercenaries, he had the staff wizard summon goblins, demons, and other assorted miscreants. One by one, they all went to the horizon and didn’t come back. Then the king was alone except for us, the villagers. No one was sure what his next move would be. But he asked us to gather at the drawbridge. Said he had something important for us to do.