Chapter 7

Bartz sat in his favorite spot in the hot tub, soaking his wounds and sipping some ale. While he soaked, he scanned the MB for something good to watch. Falca perched on the side of the tub, gazing out the window.

The Gold Knight was on the MB doing a charity ad, “Remember, kids, the Gold Knight says to stay in studies and say no to bad things.”

“Haven’t I seen enough of this guy?” Bartz groaned. “Magic Box, new show!”

The Gold Knight flicked from the giant screen and was replaced by a smiling sports announcer saying, “And in today’s joust…”

“I don’t need to see this again,” Bartz said, standing up to get out of the tub. “Box off!”

The Magic Box zapped off.

“I hurt in places I didn’t even know I had.” Bartz tried to stretch the pain away.

“If you didn’t get knocked down so much, you wouldn’t feel so bad,” Falca said.

“Sometimes I wonder what you’d taste like roasted!”

“Duck!” Falca shouted.

“You’d taste like duck?”

“No