As a small boy in grammar school, I had a teacher who made King Arthur and the knights of the Round Table come alive. She caused me to become so obsessed with stories of knights that I dreamed that I was one. One evening I dreamed that I was a knight on a white horse riding over the greens of England. Suddenly, without warning, a knight dressed in black armor and mounted on a black horse appeared at the edge of the forest. We measured each other carefully, lowered our lanced, and charged at full gallop. The lances struck target and both of us were knocked off our steeds. I scrambled to my feet
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