Once upon a time there was a knight who lived in a little castle on the edge of the forest of Life. One day this knight looked in the mirror and saw that he was a White Knight.
"Lo!" he cried. "I am a White Knight and therefore represent good. I am the champion of virtue and honour and justice, and I must ride into the forest and slay the Black Knight, who is evil."
So the White Knight mounted his snow-white horse and rode into the forest to find the Black Knight and slay him in single combat.
Many miles he rode the first day, without so much as a glimpse of the Black Knight. The second day he rode even farther, still without sighting the ebony armour of mischief. Day after day he rode, deeper and deeper into the forest of Life, searching thicket and gulley and even the tree-tops. The Black Knight was nowhere to be seen.
Yet the White Knight found many signs of the Black Knight's presence. Again and again he passed a village in which the Black Knight had struck - a baker's shop robbed, a horse stolen, an innkeeper's daughter ravished. But always he just missed catching the doer of these deeds.
At last the White Knight had spent all his gold in the cause of his search. He was tired and hungry. Feeling his strength ebbing, he was forced to steal some buns from a bakeshop. His horse went lame, so that he was forced to replace it, silently and by darkness, with another white horse in somebody's stable. And when he stumbled, faint and exhausted, into an inn, the innkeeper's daughter gave him her bed, and because he was the White Knight in shining armour, she gave him her love, and when he was strong enough to leave the inn she cried bitterly because she could not understand that he had to go and find the Black Knight and slay him.
Through many months, under hot sun, over frosty paths, the White Knight pressed on his search, yet all the knights he met in the forest were, like himself, fairly white. They were knights of varying shades of whiteness, depending on how long they, too, had been hunting the Black Knight.
Some were sparkling white. They had just started hunting that day and irritated the White Knight by innocently asking directions to the nearest Black Knight.
Others were tattle-tale grey. And still others were so grubby, horse and rider, that the mirror in their castle would never have recognized them.
Yet the White Knight was shocked the day a knight of gleaming whiteness confronted him suddenly in the forest and with a wild whoop thundered towards him with levelled lance. The White Knight barely had time to draw his sword and, ducking under the deadly steel, plunge it into the attacker's breast.
The White Knight dismounted and kneeled beside his mortally wounded assailant, whose visor had fallen back to reveal blond curls and a youthful face. He heard the words, whispered in anguish: "Is evil then triumphant?" And holding the dead knight in his arms he saw that beside the bright armour of the youth his own, besmirched by the long quest, looked black in the darkness of the forest.
His heart heavy with horror and grief, the White Knight who was white no more buried the boy, then slowly stripped off his own soiled mail, turned his grimy horse free to the forest, and stood naked and alone in the quiet dusk.
Before him lay a path which he slowly took, which led him to his castle on the edge of the forest. He went into the castle and closed the door behind him. He went to the mirror and saw that it no more gave back the White Knight, but only a middle-aged, naked man, a man who had stolen and ravished and killed in pursuit of evil.
Thereafter when he walked abroad from his castle he wore a coat of simple colours, a cheerful motley, and never looked for more than he could see. And his hair grew slowly white, as did his fine, full beard, and the people all around him called him the Good White Knight.
And here is two questions.
1. What does it mean when the story says that the Knight lived "on the edge of the forest of life"?
2. Why can't the White Knight find the Black Knight, even though there is evidence of evil deeds?
Please give me answers of two questions.
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1. In the story, the phrase "on the edge of the forest of Life" is likely symbolic. The forest of Life can be interpreted as a metaphor for the world or existence itself. Living on the edge of the forest implies that the Knight resides at the boundary between the known and unknown, the familiar and unfamiliar. It suggests that the Knight's castle is located in a place where he has a clear view of the forest but has not fully immersed himself in it. It could imply that the Knight, despite being aware of the existence of evil represented by the Black Knight, has not yet fully experienced or confronted it.
2. The White Knight struggles to find the Black Knight despite the evidence of evil deeds because the Black Knight symbolizes the darker aspects of humanity, such as wrongdoing, injustice, and immorality. The forest, representing the vast complexity of life, is a challenging and treacherous place to navigate. The story suggests that it is not easy to locate and confront the embodiment of evil. The fact that the White Knight continuously misses encountering the Black Knight implies that evil is elusive and can manifest in unexpected ways. Furthermore, the presence of other knights of varying shades of whiteness symbolizes that the search for the Black Knight is a universal effort, undertaken by many individuals, and not easily accomplished.