Edna thinks for a moment, then her face reveals revelation.
“Oh! The Black Knight! It’s been a long time since there has been news of him. Even longer
since he was seen.”
“Nonetheless, I have to find him. He is the only one that can help me,” except even as
Morion says this, her eyes fill with defeat, “but I have no idea where to start looking for him.”
Edna stands up and walks over to a bookcase full of old tomes and volumes.
“Luckily for you, I at the very least have an idea of which direction to go. Ah! Here we are.”
Edna removes a massive, and very old looking, black leather bound book. She walks it over
to the table, dropping the book with a thud, spewing dust over Morion. Edna retakes her seat and
throws the book open. The book is filled with page after page of maps, alongside hand written
text. Edna finally finds the page she is looking for.
“What do these maps show?” asks Morion. “I cannot read the writing.”
“This book was made long ago. It is a... well, census guide of sorts, I suppose, of all the lands
that were at one time part of a much older, much larger kingdom.”
“How does that help us find the Black Knight?”
“You know the stories of the Knight as well as I do, better maybe as often as your father
recited them to you. The stories tell that he lives in an ancient castle deep in a dark forest.”
“Yes...” Morion lies, still not following.
“Do not be so dense, child! He is a legend! It only makes sense that the Knight’s castle
would be somewhere within the territory of the old kingdoms. Somewhere that no one would
think to look, or if they did, would be too afraid to go.”
“Oh.”
“Now, if I were a mythical hero desiring a place of solitude,” Edna says as she runs her
finger over an invisible route on the map, “where would I roost?” Edna’s finger stops on the
outskirts of an unnamed forest range. She taps the forest range for Morion’s sake, ensuring that
she sees it.
“Edna, how can you possibly know if that is where he is?”
“It is unnamed! Mapped forests never go unnamed! He has to be there!” Morion smirks at
Edna’s eccentricity, but the advisor ignores it. “Not that it matters. You have to trust me. Go east
toward that forest, and eventually you may discover more.”
“I have always trusted you. It is just that...”