The Blue Knight came low, with little confidence to speak of. His tales were not appreciated by the citizens of Az. He decided to try one final tale that might shew his mind in clear. Thus came The Tale of The Door Between Us.
There came, one evening late, a knocking on the door of It’s house. Let me in or I shall break it all up, came the strong voice. Who calls so late with such a strong voice and so breaking an attitude, It asked. I am a strange stranger who is come from far far away and would make good use of a roof to prevent the incessant rain from drumming upon my head, I retract the bit about breaking down your door as I can see now that you are a meek creature who might easily be frightened or upset by this approach. That being said I would really like to enter into your domicile as the rain is now running down the neck of my cotton shirt and will soon enter into the parts of myself that should forever stay dry.
I shall allow your ingress if you can describe to me, preferably in some detail, the manner and character of your appearance. Some contextual reference would also be welcome, Sir, as in, where have you travelled from, what was your position there and why did you find it necessary to make your way from there to my door.
It is quite understandable that you should require some elements of fore knowledge before you allow me to enter.
Here, then, is the information that you require. I am aproximately two metres tall, with a head the size of a squash, I have two eyes, although I can sometimes understand more of the world around me with my eyes closed. My arms are very long and oft times get tangled with my legs when I am stressed. I am wearing a heavy dark coat which swishes as I walk and makes me look more intimidating than I really am. There is a smooth white stone the size of a crab apple in my left pocket which I am in the habit of holding in the palm of my hand as I walk. My hair is long and in most times, can be in many directions, depending on the wind and the season. My face is not kindly looking, but my eyes do have a certain sparkle, which I oft times use to turn the heads of unsuspecting passers-by.
I see, It replied from the fireside, there are a few points here that I find interesting, first being the shape of your head, which you say is the size of a squash. As most people know, the squash comes in multitude of forms and there are several varieties of which, should your head resemble them, would prevent you from being a suitable visitor to my abode. The second is your passing reference to an ability to understand the world with your eyes closed, this I can empathise with as I also have that quality, indeed it is seldom, if ever, that I must go out into the world for information, and generally rely solely on my internal insight. Long arms are generally a bonus, but I am intrigued to find out if the pockets of your coat are placed very near the ground so that you may hold your smooth white stone without taking your hands out of those same pockets. I suggest that your hair is not under control and would appreciate it if you could tie it back with a suitable ligament or cage it under a hat if you happen to have one about your person.
Please continue with the next parts, It said from near the fridge. The voice outside the door said, As I said in my preamble, I come from far far away, in a land of mists and forests where my position as a chimney sweep was undervalued. I soon realised, after my initial apprenticeship as a chimney sweep, that I may have picked the wrong profession, as none of the houses in my native forest have chimneys. But I do not feel any bitterness as I brought that particular burden to my own door. I have seventeen children who roam in a feral pack through the undergrowth and ignore all my admonitions concerning suitable clothing and the merits of a good education. I have come to this section of the world to discover if houses with chimneys are more common here.
Well, It said, having returned to its fireside seat with a beer from the fridge, you have come to the right place, I myself am at this very moment sitting, warm and dry, by the side of a large fire which has a large stone chimney attached so as to facilitate the evacuation of the smoke lest it go in my eyes and spoil my enjoyment of this beer which I am holding. Unfortunately for yourself, I will not be needing the services of a chimney sweep until well into next year as my chimney has recently been seen to. That being said, and now feeling quite mellow due to the effects of the beer, I am feeling more inclined to open the door and discover which variety of squash your head resembles. So, as the door is not locked and I am loath to leave my fireside seat, please make your entrance. I would appreciate it if you could take off your large black coat and hang it near the entrance, as I do not want too much water spread about.
You are too kind, said the voice from beyond the door, I shall do my best to shed some excess water before I cross your threshold.
And the next moment the door was flung open.
The elder of Az said, Well that was quite exciting in a way, the relationship between the two characters develops quite well. Although, when the visitor flung open the door right at the close, I became worried that the chimney sweep may have more worrying intentions than he, or she previously implied. That being said, I would appreciate it if you could write a follow up to this particular story so that my curiosity may be satisfied.
I would be delighted, replied the Blue Knight
The Guardians of the Cave 