The Knight Cursed with Indecision
A snowy mid-winter afternoon was the perfect time for Esmé to take stock of her supplies. She made a note that her stock of wolfsbane was running low. Winter had been unseasonably harsh this year. The surrounding villages had already used her potions to keep the wolves away from their livestock.
The chiming of the clock in the hallway announced that it was three o’clock in the afternoon. With a weary sigh Esmé walked slowly from her storeroom to the front door, and prepared herself for her daily visitor.
At precisely five minutes past three, she heard the now familiar timid knock on the door. As she expected, a tall burly knight stood on her front step.
‘Hello, Sir Knight. How can I help you today?’ she asked.
‘Greetings Ms. Esmé’, he replied with a flourish and a bow, ‘The potion to lift my curse of indecision, do you still have it?’
Esmé picked up a small blue vial from her hall table, and showed the knight the now worn label. ‘It is right here Sir Knight. Have you decided to buy it today?’
The knight raised his hand as if to take the vial, but stopped a fingers breadth away.
‘Alas, I cannot’, replied the knight. ‘I am sorely conflicted. What do you think I should do?’ he pleaded.
‘You know I cannot advise you’, she replied sadly. ‘You must decide of your own free will’.
With a despondent sigh the knight bowed and said, ‘I cannot. I remain confounded and dismayed’.
He turned away quickly and walked back the way that he had come.
Esmé watched the knight despondently walk down the snowy path. She hoped that he would come to realise that he had the power within himself to break the curse.