corso

What do you know of the Knights?_ he asked. Fin shrugged. __ thought knights were only in children__ stories until a few days ago._ Jeannot smiled. __ man could do worse than to live in the stories of a child. There is, perhaps, no better remembrance._ __ntil the child grows up and finds out the stories aren__ true. You might be knights, but I don__ see any shining armor,_ Fin said. Jeannot stopped near the gate of the auberge and faced her. __ach time a story is told, the details and accuracies and facts are winnowed away until all that remains is the heart of the tale. If there is truth at the heart of it, a tale may live forever. As a knight, there is no dragon to slay, no maiden to rescue, and no miraculous grail to uncover. A knight seeks the truth beneath these things, seeks the heart. We call this the corso. The path set before us. The race we must run.