"I have not seen you around here before," said the old knight. "New in the area?"
"I just graduated from Knight School," replied the young knight, "where we learned the newest techniques. Just looking at your outfit, you could use a brush-up."
"I've been around the forest a lot of years. I reckon this old armor will take care of me like it always has."
"Maybe," remarked the young knight, "but it looks too worn-out to take a serious testing."
They parted and rode off in opposite directions, each shaking his head at the other. As the young knight rounded a grove of trees, he was startled by a loud roar. He turned his head and saw the huge yellow form of a lion streaking toward him. He reached for his sword, but was not able to bring it to play before the weight of the lion rammed his horse and sent him flying through the air. He was sitting on the ground, grasping his shield, as the lion charged. While he did not have time to rise to his feet, he was able to bring up his shield to deflect the charge. He twisted his shield back and forth, warding off the lion's claws and teeth. One swipe from a claw got around the shield, but was turned back by his breastplate. The young knight was beginning to tire when he heard the sound of approaching hoofs. Before the lion could turn a sword swung down, instantly severing his head from his body.
"That's a good shield you have there," said the old knight, for such was his rescuer. "I'm not sure mine would have held up that well after such a battering."
"It's nothing," replied the young knight. "You really must teach me that sword stroke."
And they rode off together, laughing.