"What do you mean by being here?" asked the shape in a sort of cross voice and nudged Barnaby in the ribs again with his lance.
Now if there was one thing Barnaby did not like, it was to be poked. He didn't like verbal pokes and he didn't like physical pokes. He stood up then and looked up into the face of a very tall, very cranky knight in shining armor. He had a white cape and a white feather on his helmet and there was a large white horse behind him, tied to a tree.
"Cut it out!" Barnaby said loudly, "I didn't do anything wrong." He was very surprised at his own courage - and very much surprised that he didn't feel so terribly afraid any more.
"Do?" repeated the Knight. "You don't have to do anything wrong. You can just be wrong."
"Wrong about what?" asked Barnaby.
"Wrong about... wrong about... well - what are you doing - being here?"
"I don't even know where ‘here' is," said Barnaby, "And I am just being me."
"Ha!" shouted the Knight, "Are you? Are you, indeed. Well," he said brandishing his lance again - we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"
"I don't know," said Barnaby looking around wildly for the Blue Horse. "I don't even know what you're talking about. And don't poke me again."
"Why shouldn't I?" asked the Knight. "I'm in charge here."
"So what? You can't just go around jabbing people. What's wrong with you?"
"Am I wrong?" the knight asked in a suddenly-worried sort of way. "I mean I know I am not right because I am left - in fact I am the only one left, but not being right doesn't make you wrong. Or does it?
"I don't know," said Barnaby, "And stop talking like the Mad Hatter. I've read Alice in Wonderland you know. All I am saying is don't touch me with that lance again."
"But knights are supposed to go around jabbing people with lances. We always have."
"I don't think that's a good reason," Barnaby said.
"I do," said the knight. "At least I know what's expected of me. I like knowing what I am going to be doing next."
"Yes, but only if it makes sense," said Barnaby who suddenly realized that there were some very new feelings inside him and that some very old feelings had gone. In fact, he was not at all afraid of this peculiar man now. And he was getting very hungry.
"Well anyway I'm going to have to take you prisoner," the knight said perking up at the thought. "You were being where you aren't supposed to be."
"And where is that?" asked Barnaby, wishing that Chance would show up and help out.
"Inside. You're not supposed to be Inside. You're supposed to be Outside."
"Well, if you take me prisoner, won't I be even more inside?" Barnaby asked.
And suddenly the Blue Horse appeared.
"Excellent question," he remarked as though this were an ordinary conversation and this were an ordinary day. "Breakfast anyone?"
Causes Harrison Solow Supports
Lupus Foundation of America
Museum of Tolerance