Just as the hero raised his sword in triumph, his pants betrayed him by falling down in front of the entire kingdom.
A stunned silence swept across the royal courtyard and thousands stood watching.The freshly defeated dragon smoldered in the background, but now all eyes were on Sir Melvin's and Sir Caleb's pale, knobby knees.
The heroes stood frozen, swords still held aloft, faces slowly turning the color of boiled beefs.
King Ezra, dignified as ever, whispered to his advisor, “Is... is this part of the ceremony?
No, Your Majesty,' he replied gravely. 'I believe it's a wardrobe malfunction.
Children giggled loudly and covered their faces with their hands, still peeking through. Nobles covered their mouths in shocked delight. Even the royal falcon turned away in embarrassment.
Melvin and Caleb, still refusing to drop the swords, gave a sheepish bow, which only worsened the matter. Their pants pooled further around their ankles. A gust of wind made everything worse.
But then they laughed.
A deep, hearty, self-deprecating laugh echoed off castle walls. They sheathed their swords, yanked up their trousers which are so loose that the are hazardous to walk in, and waved to the crowd like court jesters at festival time.
The crowd erupted. Not in jeers, but cheers. They chanted their names, not just for slaying the dragon, but for showing something far rarer in a hero: humility.
From that day on, Melvin and Caleb were not only called the Dragonslayers, but also fondly remembered as "The Bare-Knee slayers"
And the royal tailor never again underestimated the importance of a sturdy belt, which he had always overlooked and counted as unimportant.
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