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This story shall be continued in the past tense, nothing more nothing less. Thank you.

"Terry, you here?" Graham shouted. 

"No!" A voice shouted back.

"Okay! Where are you not then, Terry?"

"I'm not on the other side of the cave!" 

"Okay!" Graham, who had now made the royal decision to go swimming, swam towards the other side of the cave. 

"Never liked swimming, no. Not at all did I like swimming. Never." He mumbled to himself. 

While swimming past the cave, he couldn't help but glimpse at what was inside. And a glimpse became a stare, because it was so unbelievably special that he suddenly felt so little in the light and specialness of this specialness. In fact, for a moment the whole world felt incredibly and specially little compared to this- oh I'm just stopping it here.

He swam further till he reached the other side of the cave, and indeed, there was Terry, not being there. He greeted him warmly but also angrily because he'd had to swim all these metres in order to find him while Terry could easily have climbed over the cave, towards him, without anyone becoming wet. Now that he thought of it, so could he have done. 

Anyway, the king and knight both happily returned to the others, who had formed a small circle around a fire, and there was much rejoicing.