
He was a knight errant. Wherever he went he encountered damsels in distress, noble families in misfortune, the evil works of dragons, giants and enchanters. But he never complained. It was just his job. Another day, another dolour, he’d say.
Hawker’s Pot seeks to entertain, but only because he can no longer remember what he came here for in the first place.
All words and images ©Bill Jones 2009-2019 (unless otherwise stated)
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