A Sword for the King

"Once upon a time, in a tiny village tucked right up against the castle of the King, there sat a small house, and in that house lived a boy named William.

He was happier than most boys his age because early in life he had discovered the thing that made his breath come quick and his heart skip. For over the fireplace, hanging in its plain leather scabbard, was a long and broad sword of just that type you'd expect to find in a great adventure. This was no ordinary sword as might do for just any soldier in any army. It was a King's sword, given to William's father from the King's own hand. And it was the only weapon for a soldier in this king's army."

So begins the tale of William and his sword - a tale of faith, and of foolishness, and of following in the steps of our King.