It was an amazing thing, an ache that had not had to happen. Light as feather, though he was on a fast horse, and riding through the weather to where she was lost. He made it fine her to ask whether her heart had been broken by trespasses of an evil doer.
She said no. The case was simply one of disappointment in a friend who had changed from a would-be hero into a man with feet made of clay.
And so the knight smiled and rode off again, knowing the world was still in balance and that the fair lady was safe. He never acknowledged that he was her hero, the one who would always be in her thoughts and could never fall from that horse without the world falling apart.
It is a fairy tale no one has ever told, but everyone has lived in some way.
−me strauss Letting me be