The Knight Who Said "No!" – preview

First published 2018 by Nosy Crow Ltd, The Crow’s Nest, 14 Baden Place, Crosby Row, London SE1 1YW www.nosycrow.com ISBN 978 1 78800 207 3 (HB) ISBN 978 1 78800 208 0 (PB) Nosy Crow and associated logos are trademarks and/or registered trademarks of Nosy Crow Ltd. Text © Lucy Rowland 2018 Illustrations © Kate Hindley 2018 The right of Lucy Rowland to be identified as the author of this work and of Kate Hindley 2018 as the illustrator of this work has been asserted.

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For my dad and Kate xx L.R. For Jodie K.H.

LUCY ROWLAND AND

KATE HINDLEY

Once inside a castle lived

a little knight called ed, who always picked his toys up and who always made his bed. ed, in all the village, was the one and only child.

He was polite and kind and helpful.

He nodded and he smiled.

When asked to do the washing-up, “YES!” is what he said.

When asked to fetch the firewood, he would rush off to the shed.

When asked to pick the cabbages, ed wouldn’t whine or stress.

He always answered straight away and always answered . . .

“YES!”

And when, each night, the dragon came, swooping through the sky, the knights would holler, “Get inside!” and, “YES!” ed would reply.

Jis happened each and every night.

Je dragon circled down and frightened all the grown-ups as she swept around the town.

Jey’d rush inside their cottages.

“Phew! Jat was close!” they’d say.