. where is the gold was solved by : Azeroth and Sir Rico .

My best childhood memory, was when a storyteller entered our village. All of the children went so excited about it. However, I think I was the most eager one. He came to us in the morning, asking for a place to live for a couple of days, while his wounded arm were healed. For payment, he promised to tell a story every evening, after the sun has gone down. And each story told had to be better than the previous. When the evening came, and everybody gathered around the village camp fire, he started to tell the first story. The story was about the beautiful princess Sanith, who's destiny came to be inprisoned deep below the ground by the evil giant Hefrod. The crowd where absolutely silenced and all the attention where layed on the old vagabond. Some even started to cry when the princess were captured. When the old man finished his story, it was completely silent. Only the sparks from the fire was heared. At last, one villager stood up and said: - We all thank you for this wonderful moment, and I think this story is a huge payment for what we can give you in return. You are welcome to stay in my home tonight, and in the morning my wife Alain, the healer of this village, shall help you with your wounds. - Where are your wounds from? I boldly asked, hoping he would tell another story. - That, my friend, is a secret that I cannot tell, he replied and winked at me. Then another villager stood up and asked: - Old man, This story was the most wonderful story I've ever heard. Yet, you told us your stories will be better every time you tell another. Do you still promise that? - As I before promised, I shall tell a better story tomorrow, and an even better the day after that. The next day nothing was done in my village. Everybody waited for the sun to fall. As he promised, he told a story, much better than the old one. Four days he stayed, and in the evening the last day, when he was about to leave, i ran to him and said: - But you haven't told a story tonight! - I'm sorry, child, but my stories are out. There is nothing more I can tell you. - Please! You sure have a story you can tell! Someone you have forgot! The old man looked at me with his kind eyes, and a smile began to appear in his face. - Maybe I have something I can tell you.. - Yippie! Come! The sun just went down! - ..But I cannot promise that my story can defeat my last. - That's ok, I'm sure this one is as good as the others. So, the villagers once again gathered around the campfire to hear the last story. The old man walked to the fire and stared into it's flames. After some time he began to speak: - What I'm about to tell, happened in britain about a century ago. The present king, lord Amon, was a weak ruler, and everything that mattered to him, was that he would never be bored. He didn't care about the kingdom at all, Not even when a plague sweaped the country, and half the population died. The only thing that worried him that time, was that his favourite bard would be infected, so he decided to set him in prison while the plague was present. Every weekend, the king made a statement, that bards and entertainers all over the country had to come to the king's palace in britain, and make a show for king Amon. One day, an apprentice magician walked toward the throne with a mission to beg the king to start caring about his people. In reply, Lord Amon laughed at him and said. - You, apprentice, with this entertaining message, must be quite good in entertaining in general. Show your king what you are capable of, and i shall think about your message. - But sire, i'm an apprentice in magery! I don't know anything about entertainment...- Shut up! I am your KING!! Do you refuse obeying you´r king?! Either you entertain me, or I shall put you in the deepest dungeon I can find! Of course, he saw no other choice, so he tried to do what Lord Amon said. But the more he tried, the more the crowd around the throne laughed. Finally he stopped, and asked Lord Amon: - Now, will you listen to me? - Of course I'll listen to you! However, since my next bard is approaching, and I'm in a quite hurry, I can give you the answer right now. No. - But Sire.. - Enough! It's been fun having you here, however, my patience is running out. Leave us. And so the young apprentice, deeply hurt, had to leave the town. The following two years, the kingdom began to fall apart. However, Lord Amon didn't care about it. He was happy, 'cause there was a lot of bards and entertainers visiting him. However, one day, the throne hall was empty and quiet. The king sent out his guards at once with mission to bring all the bards they could find ato him. None came. Finaly, a lone guard, shaking into his bones, entered the throne portal and approached Lord Amon. - E-e-excuse me, sire... - What is it, guard? - He - He died, s-sire. - What?! - Sire, He melted! Suddenly another guard came in, with great haste. - Sire! A curse! We cannot leave the castle! - What?? - We're doomed! Lord Amon shoved the panicking guard away, and began to run toward the main gate. As he arrived, he saw a horrific view. On a line, passing across the road, decaying corpses lied in horrific position. The air was contaminated by a terrible smell of melting meat. - What is this?! He yelled.- Sire, we did as you told us, but when the bards crossed this line, they began to rot! A man, hidden by a black cloak and cape, came toward them.- Your days as ruler are at end. This is only the beginning. - Who are you? - Don't you recognice me? Don't you remember your best bard? Lord Amon's eyes almost popped out when the dark man lowered his cape and showed his face. - You! - I shall punish you for your crimes in Britania, I shall punish you with the worst punishment you can imagine. I shall leave you alone for some time. After that, I shall withdraw my barricade, and people shall cross it safely. However, by that time, I think your head will fall of your body, and a new man will enter the throne. And so the king where captured into his own castle, just waiting for the barricade to disappear, and see the lynch mob come for him. But the worst penalty was that he didn't have anyone to entertain him, and rumours said that he, from his tower, yelled a reward for all the bards in the country who crossed the line. He even put a large chest filled with gold 2 meters from the border. But when the border disappeared, the gold coffin could not be found. Of course, Lord Amon was executed, and a new ruler, Gendor, entered the throne, and the world soon started to come back to it's former stage.

The Storyteller silenced, and kept on looking into the fire. - What happened to the gold? I asked. - The gold was never found, and legends say that it's still in the castle, only hidden. That night was the last time i saw the storyteller. He left the village and never returned. However, his stories is still heard in, and around the village, and my whole life has been closely related to them. Especially the last story, which made my life into an adventure. I still search for that coffin of gold coins, and I'm sure I some day will find it.