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"Enough!" The King waved his polished black trotter, and the tumult ceased. Dust drifted down across the arena. Only one pig remained standing.

"You have defeated all of your foes, Sir Orson," the King announced. "Truly, you are the best and bravest boar in all the land. These others," he snorted at the fallen," will be taken and fed to the dogs. You, and you alone, will ride from this place with honor."

Sir Orson stood as straight as he could, swaying slightly, his tusks stained with blood.

"Fetch the carriage!" cried the King. "And hurry. I'm feeling quite peckish."