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“What do you know of the Knights?” he asked. Fin shrugged. “I thought knights were only in children’s stories until a few days ago.” Jeannot smiled. “A man could do worse than to live in the stories of a child. There is, perhaps, no better remembrance.” “Until the child grows up and finds out the stories aren’t true. You might be knights, but I don’t see any shining armor,” Fin said. Jeannot stopped near the gate of the auberge and faced her. “Each time a story is told, the details and accuracies and facts are winnowed away until all that remains is the heart of the tale. If there is truth at the heart of it, a tale may live forever. As a knight, there is no dragon to slay, no maiden to rescue, and no miraculous grail to uncover. A knight seeks the truth beneath these things, seeks the heart. We call this the corso. The path set before us. The race we must run.”

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“وشاع الزهو في أعطاف إيكاروس، فكان يرتفع قليلا، أو يهبط قليلا عن سمت أبيه؛ ثم تشجع وتشجع، وبهرته زرقة السماء وأديمها الصافي، فجازف وارتفع ارتفاعا شاهقا، ونسي وصية أبيه، فعلا وذهب في السماء صعدا، وكان يغريه أن يصغر العالم الأرضي في عينيه، فيعلو ويعلو وا أسفاه!! لقد دنت ساعة الانتقام لك يا بردكس! فلقد صهرت الشمس شمع الجناحين، وهوى إيكاروس إلى الأعماق! ولما دنا من والده صرخ صرخة هائلة دوت في إذن أبيه، فتلفت الشيخ ليرى ولده يغوص في اليم، يبتلعه مرة ويلفظه أخرى! فأسرع الوالد المسكين إلى البحر، وأنتشل ولده من الماء جثة هامدة! وكان هو بدوره قد أذاب الماء شمع جناحيه، فعالج الموج معالجة، وسبح بفلذة كبده إلى جزيرة قريبة، بلغها بعد جهد وعناء! وجلس يبكي ولده. . . ثم شق له قبرا صغيرا في رمل الشاطئ، وما كاد يسره فيه، حتى رأى قطاة حزينة تدوم في السماء، ثم تهبط قليلا قليلا، حتى تكون بمقربة من القبر، فتقف كاسفة مشجونة وتنظر إلى الجثة والدموع تنهمل من عينيها. . عبرة، فعبرة. . ويفرغ الشيخ من مواراة ولده في التراب! وينته! فيرى القطاة! فينشج نشيجا مؤلما، ويقول: (بردكس!! أتيت تبكي إيكاروس!! سامحني يا بردكس!) فتزقو القطاة كأنها تنتحب! ثم تدنو من القبر حتى تكون فوقه، فتذرف عبرتين غاليتين، وترف في الهواء حتى تغيب عن عيني ديدالوس!”

“There is an Iroquois myth that describes a choice the nation was once forced to make. The myth has various forms. This is the simplest version. A council of the tribes was called to decide where to move on for the next hunting season. What the council had not known, however, was that the place they eventually chose was a place inhabited by wolves. Accordingly, the Iroquois became subject to repeated attacks, during which the wolves gradually whittled down their numbers. They were faced with a choice: to move somewhere else or to kill the wolves. The latter option, they realized, would diminish them. It would make them the sort of people they did not want to be. And so they moved on. To avoid repetition of their earlier mistake, they decided that in all future council meetings someone should be appointed to represent the wolf. Their contribution would be invited with the question, ‘Who speaks for wolf?”