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"Kol, kol, kol, kol!"
"What was that?!" panicked Arthur.
"It is nothing, my liege. Let's just keep going." said Roderich, calmly.
A large, big boned man wearing a fur hat and a winter coat stood in the middle of the forest, waiting for foolish travellers to torment. After a while, he spied a short man wearing a crown and a brown haired knight clopping in his direction. He smiled and prepared to face them.
"Who are you?" asked Arthur, coming to a stop.
"We are the Knights Who Say...Kol!"
"No! Not the Knights Who Say Kol!" screamed Arthur, bringing his hands to his ears.
"The same!"
"Who are they?" asked Roderich. He had never met nor heard of these dreaded knights, and so was immune to their powers, at least for now.
"We are the keepers of the sacred words Kol, Kolkhoz, and Krásnyj!"
"Krásnyj!" shouted one of them.
"Roderich, cover your ears! Those who hear them seldom live to tell the tale!"
"Kol! Kol! Kol! Kol!"
"The Knights Who Say Kol demand a sacrifice!"
"Knights of Kol, we are but simple travellers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond this forest!" pleaded Arthur, falling to his knees.
"Kol! Kol! Kol! Kol!"
"Ow! Please, stop!" cried Roderich, blocking his ears and falling to his knees like Arthur.
"We shall say 'Kol' to you again, if you do not appease us!"
"Well, what is it that you want?!"
"We want...a sunflower!" A dramatic chord sounded from offscreen.
"A what?!"
"Kol! Kol!"
"Please, please! No more! We shall find a sunflower!"
"You must return here with a sunflower, or you will never pass through this forest alive!"
"O Knights of Kol, you are just and fair, and we will return with a sunflower!"
"One that is nice and tall."
"Of course."
"And not too expensive."
"Yes!"
"Now go! Kol! Kol!"
"Of course!" screamed Arthur, as he got up and ran away, hands still on his ears.
