"The king has chosen him," the soldier said.

Chosen me for what? Drake wondered. He knew better than to ask the soldier questions. Peasants like Drake weren't allowed to speak unless spoken to.

"The king will take good care of him," the soldier said. Then he spurred on the horse, and sped off.

"Drake, do as the king says!" his mother called out.

Drake had never been on a horse before. He held on tight.

Drake's heart pumped fast as they raced through the village. They raced over the stone bridge. Finally, they stopped in front of King Roland's castle.