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STORY:
In the Medieval time there was a poor young boy who dreamed, as almost boys of this period, to become a knight.
The big one problem was that he as already said, was poor; but to be honest this wasn't the biggest problem because the real one was that he was afraid of horses. He couldn't even stay near them or even worst try to touch them. All his other friends in the spare time, used to go in the wood and pretend to be knights. Of course they organized among them tournaments and did everything a knight would have done. The poor William, cause of is problem was always set a little bit away from the other and spend his free time in watching the friends playing.
One afternoon, while as usual, he was sitting there, a real knight came across him; William couldn't believe in his eyes and the only things he managed to say was "My name is William, sir". The knight asked him where it was possible for him to spend the night. William showed him the way to the village telling him that there was only one possibility for him to sleep in town.
During the night the inn got on fire, immediately all the people of the village came and try to do their best to save the people inside. The William's love worked as waitress in the inn and when the fire started she was in the back court of the inn.
As soon as William arrived and started asking about the girl no one was able to give him any information about her. The knight went to the boy and asked what it was happening. In the mean time, the owner of the inn arrived telling them that there wasn't any way to rescue the woman because she was trapped by the fire and the house was nearly destroyed so it was impossible for a man to enter.
William didn't think any moment, he jumped on the horse, whispered him something and then together, they disappeared into the fire. Every one was in silent, but after a while, the knight saw the horse , with William and the girl on it, running out from the fire.
The knight went to William and turning to the people he said that all the village should be proud to have among them a real knight; then he turned to William asking him what did he whispered. William replayed that this was a secret.
LETTER:
My dearest Ulrich,
It is strange to me too. I miss you so much that I can only thing about you. At every sunset I feel a little better if only think that while sleeping I could be with you in my dreams, but then, every morning, when I wake up, I realize it was only a beautiful dream and so I feel every day a little bit more sad. I won't be in Paris personally but I will be with you with my soul and my heart. I hope you will win and come immediately to me to tell me your adventure.
With all my love,
Your Jocelyn