There was a great assembly in the town square.
The old wizard had come to town and everyone was excited.
There was always something interesting happening when he showed up.
Most thought it had something to do with the king having died ten days ago. It was all anyone could talk about. The king had no heir, with the young prince perishing the year before when the whole village took ill.
They’d spent a week wondering who would take over.
Some said that the king had a distant cousin who might come.
Others said that they’d have to choose another king.
Even others said that the Queen might rule on her own, they were quickly made fun of for mentioning such nonsense.
The great old wizard called a meeting in the town at noon.
People were starting to gather as the old man with his long beard and even longer robe made his way to the front of the group.
“I know you all are curious what will happen with the king having fallen. I have consulted my order and we have found a way to pick the new king.”
“How?” one of the townspeople asked.
“We enchanted a stone with a sword in it. It was brought here a day ago. When it is freed from the stone the man who did it will be made king.”
“That’s it?’ the people asked.
“Yes,” the old wizard said.
“Doesn’t seem like the best way to pick a leader,” another one said.
“Yeah, what if a real dummy gets it out?”
“I assure you that won’t happen. It is a magic rock. It will pick the person who is best suited for the job. Now, I want all the men to line up and try pulling the sword.”
“This sword?” a cook said holding a sword in his hand it still had some of the dust from the rock on it.
“Is that from the stone?” the wizard asked.
“Yeah,” the cook answered.
Things happened quickly after that. The people made him the new king. He was brought to the castle where his new advisors and servants greeted him.
He kept trying to tell them but no one would let him speak since there was so much to do.
Next thing he knew he was being crowned. The people all bowed and afterwards there was a party.
He was happy not to have to cook anymore. It was a big party and it would have been a lot of work.
Finally, things died down and it was just the old wizard and the cook who was now king.
“So how do you feel about being king?” the wizard asked.
“That’s the thing I’ve been trying to explain all day. I’m not the king.”
“What do you mean? You pulled the sword.”
“I didn’t though. I saw it yesterday and it wouldn’t budge. It took me all day with a chisel to get it out,” he said to the wizard.