Bolt had read Wallace's journals, and knew the legend of the giant bee well.

You knew the legend of the Four Finger Mine, and you elected to defy it.

I knew the legend had very little credibility.

Especially when he learned Rardove knew the legend of the dyes to be legend no longer, but fact.

I knew the legend of Samuel Colt carving his first model out of a block when he was 16.

The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty.

All who resided in the Four Lands knew the legend of the King of the Silver River, though not all believed it.