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Rain poured down on granite stones of
Thistle Castle. Thunder rolled across the cloudy sky, booming and
roaring. Lightning flashed; it’s electric fingers crackling and sizzling
as it reached from one end of the horizon to the other. Inside the
castle, young Jamie MacBrave lay on a sheepskin in front of a blazing
fire. The dry wood popped and exploded, sending tiny orange sparks up
the chimney. Embers, red and steamy, kept Jamie’s feet and hands warm.
His pale green eyes glimmered with reflected flames, the color of his
hair. "I’m bored, Mum," he whined. "There’s nothing to do. It’s raining
and it’s too cold to wander the castle."
His mum, sitting on a
wooden chair and wrapped in a heavy woolen shawl, stood up and went to
the window. Raindrops splattered against the glass. Lightning flashes
lit the room. She sat back down, pulling her chair closer to the fire.
"Would you like to hear a story, Jamie? It’s about your great great
great great great grandfather Willie MacBrave."
Jamie rolled onto his
side and looked at his mum. "I’d love to hear a story!" His eyes opened
wide with excitement.
"Listen carefully and
I’ll tell you. Willie lived a long time ago, hundreds and hundreds of
years ago, in fact. His father, Lord Bruce MacBrave was busy building
this very castle, that is when he wasn’t off fighting in battles of some
kind. Men that lived on MacBrave lands, brought huge granite stones from
far away and timbers from as far as the Black Forest. Willie loved
watching the men as they worked and marveled at the castle going up
stone by stone.
"One day Willie asked his
father if he could help. Lord MacBrave, being a busy man, didn’t have
time or patience for his young son. ‘Go away, lad,’ he said to Willie.
‘Go and hunt dragons or something. I’m too busy right now.’
"Willie wanted to help
more than anything, but when his father told him to go and hunt dragons,
well, what more could a young lad ask for. He asked him one more
question, ‘Can I use a sword to kill the dragon?’
"His father, not really
paying attention, as the men had just arrived with a load of logs and
needed his help, told Willie, ‘Aye, lad. Use a sword and kill me a
dragon.’
"That’s all Willie needed
to hear. He ran into the cottage where he was living at that time and
went down into the lower level. It was very dark and damp down there,
and cold, and there were a lot of spider webs and rats, but Willie was
too excited about slaying a dragon to mind. He quickly searched for a
helmet and found one. It was much too big, but he slipped it on his head
anyway. It covered his eyes and the only thing he could see was the
ground right in front of his feet."
"Mum, how is he going to
kill the dragon? He can’t see it because of his helmet," Jamie asked.
"How old is Willie? Was his father mean?"
His mum laughed, "Jamie,
you’ll have to wait and hear the story. Willie was about ten years old,
I believe, and no, his father wasn’t mean, he was just Lord of Thistle
Castle and that was a big job. He was always busy and he was always in a
hurry. May I finish the story?" she asked her son.
"Yes, Mum. Go on," Jamie
urged.
"All right. Willie tried
on the helmet and seeing it was too big, lay it down and decided to
carry it until he actually had to fight the dragon. He found a tunic. It
was supposed to be white but it was rather dirty, almost yellow looking.
He slipped it on and tied it with some old rope. He looked around and
saw a shield lying against the stone wall. It was very heavy, made of
iron, with gold trim, and it had the MacBrave crest on it too."
"Mum, is that the
MacBrave crest?" Jamie asked, pointing at the shield on the wall above
the fireplace.
"Why yes, that’s it. In
fact that is Willie MacBrave’s shield. The very one he used to…..well, I
don’t want to give the story away," his mum smiled.
"Wow," Jamie said. Just
then lightning flashed and thunder boomed right outside the window.
"That was a close one," he said, moving closer to the fire.
"Yes it was. To continue,
Willie grabbed the shield, though he could hardly carry it. He had one
more thing to look for. Can you guess what it was?" his mum asked.
"A sword?" Jamie guessed.
"That’s right. He had to
find a sword. It had to be large, sharp, and have a good handle on it.
He moved things around and after parting a big, sticky spider web with
his bare hands, he noticed a sword. It was lying in the corner, against
the moss-covered wall. He picked it up and yes, it was very heavy. He
pulled it out and put it near the helmet. Now he had everything he
needed to slay a dragon. He dragged the sword up the stone steps into
the back of the cottage. He tied it with a piece of rope so he could
drag it behind him as he went to search for the dragon. He carried his
shield in one arm and the helmet in his other arm. He could hardly move.
Everything was so heavy; much too heavy for such a young boy.
"Willie followed a dirt
trail into the woods. He couldn’t wait to slay a dragon. He wondered
where a dragon might be. He remembered what his father had said one day.
‘Dragons live in caves. They’re big and covered with scales, are black
or green, and some breathe fire.’ Willie didn’t want to find one that
breathed fire, nor one that was too big either, but he didn’t care if it
was green or black. He wanted to kill a dragon and make his father proud
of him. Off he went, trudging through the woods. He had to rest a lot."
"Oh, mum, I hope the
dragon doesn’t breathe fire and burn him," Jamie said, very concerned.
"Listen carefully, Jamie,
and you’ll find out. Now, where was I? Oh yes, Willie walked down the
trail that went into the forest. Tall pines and birches loomed into the
sky. There wasn’t much sunshine. The trees were thick and tall, but he
could see enough. After a few hours he came to the edge of the forest. A
small stream flowed through a grassy meadow. Willie reached down and
cupped a drink of water with his hands. He was very thirsty and tired.
He wondered if a dragon ever came to the stream to get a drink. He
looked all around. ‘I’m ready for you if you come,’ he said to the
dragon, if there was one around listening, which there wasn’t.
"Willie crossed the
stream and got his feet all wet. He nearly slipped and fell in but the
sword stopped him from falling. After he got out of the stream he walked
until he came to some large stones. They were everywhere. The land
wasn’t forested any longer. It was stones. There were some small bushes
about. He clambered over the stones, his sword dragging on them, making
a loud scraping sound that Willie didn’t like.
"He stopped to rest and
sat down. He laid the shield down and the helmet. After a little rest,
Willie decided he’d just have to wear the helmet. He couldn’t carry it
any longer, so he slipped it on over his head. It fell down over his
face, covering his green eyes, almost to his nose. He stood up, picked
up the shield and walked on. As he was coming around some rocks, he
heard a noise."
"What kind of a noise,
Mum?" Jamie asked.
"He heard a snoring
noise. It was loud and scratchy and scary."
"Was it a dragon
snoring?" Jamie wondered.
"Yes, it was a dragon.
Willie peeked around the stones and saw a large, dark cave. Sleeping
inside, near the entrance, and curled up in a ball, was a big dragon. It
was neither black nor green. It was brown. It had horns like a goat, but
much bigger, scales like a slithering snake, and a big snout. Its tail
was long and powerful and had a sharp point at the tip. Claws, that
looked like they could slice a man in half, jutted out from its fat
toes. Willie was terrified. He hid behind the rock and didn’t know what
to do. The dragon was much bigger than he had thought it would be. He
wondered why his father had never told him about brown dragons. He
didn’t know if they were mean, or if they breathe fire? Willie wasn’t
sure what to do."
"I hope he jumped in and
killed it. I hope he stabbed it with his sword and cut off its head and
took it back to his father," Jamie said, excitedly.
"Jamie, he ended up doing
just the opposite. Willie walked around the stones, carrying his shield
in front of him. His sword was in his other hand and the helmet over his
head. He walked right up to the sleeping dragon, intending on doing just
as you wished he would. He was going to stab him with his sword, but
then something happened. He tripped on the sword, which was much too big
for him to carry, and fell face forward, landing inches away from the
dragon’s mouth."
"Oh no, Mum. I’ll bet the
dragon breathed fire on him and roasted him alive," Jamie said, his eyes
aglow with anticipation.
"Not actually, Jamie. The
dragon opened his eyes when Willie fell. It stood up and looked at
Willie, who was struggling to stand. ‘What have we here,’ the dragon
said, hissing and spitting. ‘The knights are sending lads to do a man’s
work now, are they?’
Willie stood up and held
his sword up to the dragon, who started laughing. ‘Oh, you’re going to
slay me, are you, lad? I don’t think so. Drop that sword and shield and
take off that ridiculous helmet,’ the dragon ordered.
"Willie obeyed. His sword
fell with a clank on a stone. His shield made a thud as it hit the
grass. Willie slowly pulled the helmet off and dropped it next to his
feet. ‘Are you going to roast me?’ he asked the dragon.
" ‘No, lad. I’m a brown
dragon. We don’t breathe fire, but we do eat wee lads.’ The dragon
sneered. Willie saw its teeth and started to shake. The dragon laughed
and laughed. ‘Let’s make a deal, lad. You leave me alone and go back to
your castle. Don’t tell anyone where you found me, and I’ll give you a
few of my underbelly scales. They are black. You can tell your people
that you slew a big black dragon. Is that a deal? All I want is to be
left alone in my cave.’
"Willie was happy to hear
this. He didn’t want to fight the dragon. It wasn’t hurting anyone and
he saw no reason to kill it, even if he could. If he took the scales
back, his father would think he did slay the dragon and he’d be proud of
him. ‘All right, dragon. It’s a deal!’
"The dragon reached
underneath and pulled a few good-sized scales off his belly and handed
them to the boy. ‘Now be off with you, lad. Leave me alone and don’t
come back, ever. Maybe next time I will be able to breathe fire. Off
with you.’
"In his rush back to the
cottage and half-built castle, Willie accidentally left the helmet and
the sword at the dragon’s cave. He had managed to pick up the shield and
ran with it held tightly in his hands all the way back across the
stones, the stream, through the forest until he reached home. ‘Father,
Father,’ Willie called out. He spotted him by a few large stones.
‘Father, I killed a dragon, just like you told me to,’ Willie gasped,
out of breath from all the running.
"His father stopped and
turned when he heard his son. There he stood, dressed in a dingy tunic,
carrying a shield and some black dragon scales. ‘Father, I killed a huge
black dragon. It was in a cave and I cut these scales off it before it
tried to roast me. Then I killed it.’
His father couldn’t
believe it. He took the scales from his son and examined them. ‘You
killed a dragon? These are dragon scales, no doubt. Willie, you’re my
little dragon slayer. No, you’re not a lad any longer. You’re a man now,
Willie. Brave enough to kill a dragon? Aye, you’re a man now. Everyone!
Everyone!’ he called, ‘Willie’s killed a dragon. Come see.’
"From that time on, Lord
MacBrave allowed Willie to help him build the castle. He treated him
with respect, like a young man. Never mind that Willie hadn’t really
killed the dragon. He was a man now in his father’s eyes. The dragon,
well, he stayed in his cave and nobody bothered him ever again."
"Mum, is that Willie’s
shield?" Jamie asked. Just then a lightning bolt flashed, the room lit
up and both Jamie and his mum could see the shield as if the sun was
shining right on it. It seemed Willie was reminding his descendants that
he earned the name MacBrave.
"Yes, Jamie, it’s his
shield," his mum smiled. She pulled her shawl around her a little
tighter.
"How did people find out
the real story, that Willie didn’t really kill a dragon?" Jamie asked.
"He told his
grandchildren about it when he was older. He even took them for a walk
to the cave. His helmet and sword were still lying there."
"Was the dragon?" Jamie
asked, curious.
"No, the dragon wasn’t
there. Nobody knows what happened to it," she answered. Both she and
Jamie stared at the shield for a while. Some say it still wanders the
land. Looking out the window, she said, "Oh look, Jamie. It’s stopped
raining. Let’s go for a walk. Maybe we can find that cave," she laughed.
"Maybe the dragon is still there," she said, winking at Jamie. The two
of them headed for the front door of the castle.
Jamie looked back at the
castle, noticing the stones and timbers. "It’s a wonderful castle, Mum,
isn’t it?" he asked.
"Yes, Jamie. It’s Thistle
Castle," she said and the two of them headed into the woods. |
