The Flag No One Claimed — Before the castle bells rang, Percy packed sweet oats for Clover and tucked a plain white cloth under his arm for dust. The road smelled like grass and horse tack. Read the full story →
Before the castle bells rang, Percy packed sweet oats for Clover and tucked a plain white cloth under his arm for dust. The road smelled like grass and horse tack. Halfway up the bend, a tiny traveler stepped from the bushes with no hat, no bag, and a shiver like leaves. “Take this,” Percy whispered, wrapping the cloth around the stranger’s shoulders.
By noon, the cloth was tied high to Percy’s spear, snapping flap-flap in the warm wind. No one knew who had painted it with bright morning stripes while Percy brushed Clover’s mane. Ever since, knights carry flags on tall poles, not to show off, but in case someone hidden on the road needs warmth; can you spot where Percy is still holding that secret high?
