Bram’s Banner Dare — Every day, Bram rode the meadow road counting hoofbeats and pretending his banner could talk. Read the full story →
Every day, Bram rode the meadow road counting hoofbeats and pretending his banner could talk. “Three flaps means turnip stew!” he whispered, while the cloth snapped and smelled of sun-warmed dye above his helmet plume.
Until one day, he invented Banner Dare: whatever shape the wind made, he had to obey it. The banner curled like a dragon tail, so Bram made his horse zigzag. It puffed like a loaf, so he shouted, “Bakery ahead!” A flock of geese honked so hard that the castle patrol looked over the hill.
Because of that, Bram nearly dropped the pole. Because of THAT, the banner whipped into three sharp flaps—the warning signal for riders on the old river path. Bram’s knees clicked inside his armor, but he raised the pole higher and called the patrol, just once, clear and loud. Next time you spot the lion on his banner, see if it is still keeping score of Bram’s hoofbeats.
