The legends of Paksworld involve a startling number of wicked kings, especially way in the past.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Gird is “historical” in that he’s not that far back and the evidence is more documentary than legendary.\u00a0\u00a0 Falk and Camwyn and Torre and others (including such figures as Dort the Master Shepherd, the Blind Archer,\u00a0 Guthlac Lord of the Hunt) are more on the legendary side, with no direct evidence that they existed.\u00a0 But for some the tales are so specific it’s hard to think they might not have a basis in reality.\u00a0 <\/p>\n
Falk’s Oath<\/strong>: \u00a0\u00a0 Falk was the youngest of seven princes in a kingdom that was not particularly rich.\u00a0 The three eldest went out on a ritual quest (not stated what this was) and fell into the hands of an evil king who imprisoned them, claiming they’d committed a hideous crime. \u00a0 Versions of the tale differ in whether they’d committed any crimes at all (one version has each prince doing something unwise at best and possibly illegal, but nothing that deserved what they got.) \u00a0\u00a0 The evil king not only wanted their possessions, but the ransom he thought he’d get…and so word was sent to their father that vast sums must be paid, or the princes would be enslaved.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 With great difficulty, Falk’s father collected almost the sum demanded, and sent Falk (not wishing to risk the next eldest brothers) to pay the ransom.<\/p>\n Falk was then just of age to be knighted, a youth of handsome mien and very popular for his gracious manners and his generous nature.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As the youngest, he had no pride of place, and–his mother having died at his birth–he had never been indulged, but rather blamed for her death, as sometimes happens.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He loved all his brothers, though they were–as elders can be–sometimes less than loving to him.\u00a0\u00a0 He did sometimes imagine\u00a0 that he might do great deeds someday that would impress his father and his brothers, as any youth brought up on ideals of honor and courage might, but on the whole he did what he was bid day by day without complaints.\u00a0 So he took the gold, which he knew was not enough, and hoped to convince the evil king to free his brothers anyway.<\/p>\n When he arrived at the evil king’s palace,\u00a0 and was announced,\u00a0 he was brought before the king, and there on one side were his brothers, half-naked and bound in chains,\u00a0 gaunt, with the marks of ill-treatment on them.\u00a0\u00a0 Falk would have gone to them and embraced them, but the king prevented him, saying “Have you brought the ransom?”<\/p>\n “I have, ” Falk said, “as much as my father could gather.”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He handed over the bags of gold, and there before the king one of the king’s men counted them out, lip curled scornfully that not all were the large gold pieces, but many were silver or even copper.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And the count was short, as Falk knew it would be…ten full gold pieces short.<\/p>\n “How dare you!” the wicked king said.\u00a0 “You waste my time with this!\u00a0 You have coins in your wallet, I daresay.”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And Falk did, money to feed himself and his brothers on their way home.\u00a0 But at the king’s wrath, and though he knew it would still be too little, he emptied wallet and pockets of everything he had, and stripped the birth-ring from his finger, and the king’s man counted this too.\u00a0 It was still short, by eight gold pieces and two silvers.\u00a0 “You waste my time,” the king said.\u00a0 “If I were not a merciful man, I would imprison you as well and take this gold for the time you have wasted, but it is enough to ransom some of you.\u00a0 Choose who will go free.”<\/p>\n “Let them go, and take me,” Falk said, looking at his brothers.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He could not imagine going back to his father without all of them.<\/p>\n “What, and then he will send another without the right ransom again, and I will have the feeding of you all that time?”<\/p>\n “No,” Falk said, though he felt now the cruelty in that king’s gaze, and knew that the “feeding” would be all too little, if the king agreed.\u00a0 But he was young and thought he could stand it better than his brothers.\u00a0\u00a0 “No, I will swear to serve you as you please for a term of years…a year for each?…to make up the missing ransom for the one.”<\/p>\n “And your own,” the king said.\u00a0 “A year for each is not enough.”\u00a0\u00a0 Looking on Falk’s youth, the king took pleasure in the thought of spoiling his life, and probably the joy of his brothers and father as well.\u00a0 “I do not know what your work is worth, not near eight gold pieces a year, I suspect.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Certainly my serfs are not worth so much.\u00a0 Let me think…you are one of seven brothers…two years for each of you…fourteen years, are you willing?”<\/p>\n “Yes,” said Falk, though he felt a great hollow inside at the thought.\u00a0\u00a0 Could he survive fourteen years of servitude?\u00a0\u00a0 Yet other men did…some were slaves for a lifetime. \u00a0\u00a0 Surely he, a prince bred and trained, could stand it if they could. \u00a0 “Free them.”<\/p>\n So there in the king’s hall, the king’s men stripped Falk of his princely clothes and threw them to his brothers to wear, and he was put in chains and led away, not even allowed one touch of his brothers’ hands.\u00a0\u00a0 One called out “We will keep your place for you!”\u00a0 and a guard hit him across the face.\u00a0\u00a0 Then they, afraid to curse the evil king for fear of what he would then do to Falk, took their leave and struggled home, hungry and exhausted, for they had no money; they had Falk’s horse, but sold the horse halfway home, for food.\u00a0 When they arrived, the eldest begged his father to raise an army to invade and free their brother, but he refused.\u00a0\u00a0 “His mother died to birth him; he owes a life to the crown.”\u00a0\u00a0 He celebrated the brothers’ return; he\u00a0 sought for them beautiful wives, and one by one they married and had children, and they did their best not to think of their brother’s fate, who had bought their freedom.<\/p>\n Falk’s suffering under the evil king can be well imagined–hunger and thirst, beatings and hard work, day on day and into the night, season after season.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He did every kind of dirty work the king could think of, under the king’s hardest taskmasters,\u00a0 for the king enjoyed seeing his humiliation.\u00a0\u00a0 It galled the king that Falk did not complain; he fainted sometimes, from hunger or overwork, but never refused to work until he dropped.\u00a0\u00a0 The king had him punished unfairly, sure that would make him complain, but it did not.\u00a0\u00a0 Falk held to his oath, and to the knowledge that he had freed three of his brothers from prison and three others from the need of trying to rescue them.<\/p>\n As the years passed, the work and ill-treatment took their toll on Falk’s body, but not his spirit.\u00a0\u00a0 He was no longer the handsome, princely youth, but scarred, stooped, stiff of joint.\u00a0\u00a0 He forgot the flavor of fine foods, the feel of soft cloth, the comfort of a soft bed and warm blanket in cold, or a cooling bath in summer.\u00a0\u00a0 And yet, now and again, unbidden and beyond the evil king’s control,\u00a0 some comfort came: the scent of wild plum in spring, of roses in summer, the sound of\u00a0 birds singing…all those came over the walls behind which he lived.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The other servants gradually came to admire him, where first they had mocked, and now and then one slipped him an extra nubbin of cheese, or spoke a kind word to him.\u00a0\u00a0 He cherished these as gifts of the gods, as proof that he was right to have sworn that oath, and right to keep it, and he did what he could to ease the anguish of others from the nothing that he himself had.<\/p>\n At last the years of his servitude were up, though he had lost track of the time himself, and it was only by the king’s accountant mentioning the matter that the king was reminded.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He had long grown tired of the game anyway–though he would not have loosed Falk sooner for that–for Falk as a scarred, crooked man looking older than his years was no sport now.\u00a0 So on the morning of that fourteenth year’s completion, Falk was bidden to the king’s hall for the first time since he had left it fourteen years before.<\/p>\n “My accountant tells me your debt is paid,” the king said.\u00a0\u00a0 “Do you have anything to say?”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He still hoped Falk would make some complaint, and give excuse for a final whipping.<\/p>\n “I kept my oath,” Falk said, after a moment of silence.<\/p>\n “You were a fool to make such an oath,” the king said.\u00a0\u00a0 And to his men, “Strip him and send him away naked as he was born, for fools have no right to mercy.”\u00a0\u00a0 And his men stripped Falk of the loincloth he wore, and pushed him out of the hall, the courtyard and beyond the palace walls, jeering all the way.<\/p>\n But outside the walls, when Falk had stumbled a few paces into the little shanty village that lay there, the people came out and spoke kindly to him, for they knew his story.\u00a0\u00a0 This one brought him water, and that one a hunk of bread, and another brought a patched shirt, and another a pair of ragged pants, too wide and too short–but with a length of twisted straw for a belt.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 From the village well, someone drew a bucket of water for him to bathe before he put the clothes on. \u00a0 He could scarcely speak, but they patted his shoulders and sent him on his way with soft words of encouragement.<\/p>\n When he arrived back at his own land, after a difficult journey,\u00a0 he was but little stronger, and he was almost turned back at the border.\u00a0 “How do we know you are that prince?\u00a0 Where is your ring?\u00a0 You look nothing like the men you claim as brothers!”\u00a0\u00a0 But at last he was allowed on his way, and at last he came to his father’s palace and there he found his father still on the throne, but now more gray, and his brothers ranged on either side, and their wives with them, and their children playing at their feet.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Where there had once been seven seats for the princes, now there were but six.<\/p>\n “Who is this beggar come to the king’s hall?” asked the king his father of the steward.<\/p>\n Before the steward could speak, Falk replied, “It is I: Falk, your son who was held captive. ”<\/p>\n “Is it fourteen years already?” the king said, glancing at his other sons.\u00a0\u00a0 “If I had thought, we might have had a feast prepared–”\u00a0 He looked more sharply at Falk.\u00a0 “You have changed,” he said.<\/p>\n “I kept my oath,” Falk said.<\/p>\n His third brother rose from his seat and said, “Falk, I am sorry–I should have kept better count–but come, here is a seat for you!”<\/p>\n But the king said, “Never mind that–he is filthy and unkempt.\u00a0\u00a0 Let him bathe and dress properly and then we shall talk of what is to be done.”<\/p>\n Falk was taken to a guest chamber, not the best, and there bathed, his hair and beard trimmed, and given clothes to wear.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The servants did not seem to know how to treat him, until he was dressed again in princely garments, and even then frowned more than they smiled.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 At dinner that evening,\u00a0 everyone stared at Falk, some with worry and some–including his brothers’ wives–with contempt.\u00a0 He had not eaten at a proper table for all those years; he had forgotten how to handle the implements of the table.<\/p>\n And yet, free once more, not hungry, not confined, he was happy enough to surprise himself.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For the next few tendays, he wandered the palace,\u00a0 reminding himself of the places he had so enjoyed as a youth: gardens, fountains,\u00a0 beautiful rooms.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He went to the stable, and was assigned a mount, but he found mounting and riding painful now, from the damage to his hips and knees. \u00a0 Still he kept trying,\u00a0 riding slowly through the orchards and along the fields. \u00a0 He noticed that most of his brothers avoided him, all but the third,\u00a0 who spoke kindly to him and had had another seat moved to the king’s hall.\u00a0\u00a0 His strength returned somewhat with good food and rest, though the gray in his hair and beard, that made him look older than the others, did not darken.<\/p>\n Finally his father called him in.\u00a0\u00a0 Falk knelt, though it was painful, and waited to hear what his father would say.\u00a0\u00a0 “I am sorry for your suffering,” the king said.\u00a0 “But the fact is…I can find no wife for you.\u00a0 You don’t look like a prince anymore.\u00a0 You’re too old.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And I have six sons–six other<\/em> sons. \u00a0 Why not move out to the country–there’s a nice house, some land, I’ll provide some servants–”<\/p>\n “You’re ashamed of me,” Falk said.\u00a0 “Though I kept my oath.”<\/p>\n The king turned red in the face.\u00a0\u00a0 “Take the house,” he said.\u00a0 “But leave my court.”<\/p>\n So Falk left his father’s court, and the king’s third son also left the court to go with Falk,\u00a0 bringing along his wife and their two children.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It had been Falk’s idea to wander the world and help those in need, but his brother and his brother’s wife convinced him to settle somewhere–not in the house the king had promised–and Falk began to teach those who came to him for guidance.<\/p>\n Because Falk was himself a prince, and also his brother,\u00a0 they believed (especially his brother)\u00a0 that it was his royal heritage that made him capable of both making and keeping such an oath, and so it was mostly those of noble birth who came to be taught and in later times the followers of Falk, unlike those of Gird, believe that leadership ability (for instance) is inborn and more likely to occur in those of noble birth.\u00a0\u00a0 Yet Falk himself was gracious to all, even the most humble who sought his teaching, and insisted that they not be excluded.<\/p>\n It is not known where Falk lived, or exactly when, and Falkians have dwindled, except in Lyonya, since the time of\u00a0 Gird.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The legends of Paksworld involve a startling number of wicked kings, especially way in the past.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Gird is “historical” in that he’s not that far 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