Till was set to first watch after the searchers departed, and the knights laid themselves down upon the heath. Yet Nikolaos, the Dove Knight, woke before dawn to the sound of heavy snoring. Till had fallen asleep at his post.
I have been arriving at the same conclusion more and more lately: I don’t play enough anymore. As life unfolds, play has gradually been marginalized in favor of other, supposedly more productive ventures. The result has not been greater fulfillment, but a subtle erosion of well-being. This past year, I’ve made a conscious effort to correct that imbalance—opening as many doors as I can find that lead toward play, and closing the ones that don’t.This project is one of those doors.
Three knights, each newly bound to fate by their respective seers, were called to a distant land across the sea—a place where glory, myth, and peril were promised in equal measure. Each had been told only this: travel to the appointed shore, wait, and cross into the Meadowlands.