Meeting at the Bridge

The White Knight and the Black Knight reached the bridge at the same time. When the Black Knight attempted to cross, there was the White Knight, all gleaming swords and spiky maces, barring the way.

"None shall pass!" intoned the White Knight in his best Bridge Guardian.

"Um, why not?" asked the Black Knight.

"Because it's wrong to cross the bridge!" roared the White Knight, brandishing his sword.

"Look, I just want to get to the other side," said the Black Knight. "How about you?"

"Well, of course, I want to get to the other side!" replied the White Knight. "But this is not the way!"

"Ok," said the Black Knight. "How's about we cross together?"

"No bridges!" warned the White Knight.

"Fine," said the Black Knight. "There are other ways. Why don't we go down the bank over there and catch a boat? What do you say?"

"No-o-o-o-o!" screamed the White Knight. "No boats!"

"Ok, no boats," mused the Black Knight. "I know! There's a ford just about mile and a half down. Let's go and ford the river there. We can do it on foot."

"Fording is evil!" cried the White Knight, gripping his broadsword menacingly.

"All right," said the Black Knight. "Do you have any ideas?"

"None of your pestilential bridges, boats, or fords!" growled the White Knight. "Or you'll taste the edge of my sword!"

"Hmm." The Black Knight paused and scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Ok, how about this? I know it's a bit more strenuous, especially with the armor and all, but we could swim it. I'm game, if you are."

"Never!" cried the White Knight, and you could see his sneer right through his helmet. "Ok, we've tried it your way, and it didn't work! Now, we have to do it my way!"