Library: The tale of the sorry knight

This tale is like so many others written before it, yet different in a unique way as well. Where should I begin, oh yes come closer it is coming back to be. Thre were times when it would send shiver down my spine just thinking about the memories of this event but now they bring a smile to my frace. Q It began when I was but a young lad, poor and without a care in the world. Thats when I met her. She was so radiant that she could make the darkest day appear bright, her name was Mary. She was the towns most beautiful woman and was promised to be married to the local lords son. He was a klnight in training and I was his squire. It broke my heart watching them hold hands and stare into each other eyes, while I was given chores to do. I did them, without much distress as I was merely a boy at the time. I soon learned to respect this knight and the values that he held. Honor, loyalty, courage, and virture were his shield and with the sword of pride he slashed his enemies down. The day after there wedding a war broke out several villages away. We had heard rumors of a local lord hiring rogue knights and other thieves to harass local villagers. MY knight took it upon himself and I to go and protect these people. I would be lying to stay, I wanted to go and fight! I had learned how to wield the sword and shield.Not well, but enough that i was not going to stab myseklf. Mary, grew quite sad and pleaed with the knight not to go. She cried and wailed that her world would end if he should lose in battle. With a straight face he got on one knee and proclaimed that if he should fall in battle then he did not deserve the right to wed her. I stared as i watched this for behind the door just perring through a crack in the door. The next day we were off riding towards this village. The knight turned to me and spoke of the honor that we should gain by protecting those to weak to protect themselves. I noded as he spoke to give the impression that i understood. Already i was planning devious things in my mind, if he should fall then Mary would be unattended to and in time she might grow found of me. Evil thoughts i screamed in my mind, Be gone!. Alas, they wre already so deeply seeded that the required no further nutring to bear fruit. That knight was going to die by my hands. Later in the evening when we stopped he had me prepare his armour and remove any chinks out of it that i saw. As his squire I knew everything about my knights combat skills, he could easily take on 4-5 men and come out out untoched,. He was that good. I knew for him to fall in combat that I would have to assist him. I quickly began to work ion his armour as if i was deeply concerned for his welfare. I drew my dagger and he lay sleeping and nearly cut through all of his armours straps. I then grabbed his sword and make tiny nicks in the end of blade so that it would not cut sharoply. Later that night I even went so far to slip a bit of poison into his morning water. The poison was given to me by the local villager herbalist who said should i require something to help me sleep before battle that this would surely do the trick. Oh how my soul cried for help! How could I do this to a man who had been kind to me, yet he held dear the one thing that i covented. She would be mine, regardless of the outcome of this battle That morning the knight awoke and prepared for battle. I dressed him myself. I prepared his breakfeast along with his water. I sheathed his sword and dressed his mount. We rode into battle. Only one of of us rode out. In those days you did not kill a knights squire but rather used them as a messenger to his lord with news of defeat. this was the outcome I had planned for and desired, yet my heart felt empty and my stomach sick. How could I be the one to tell Mary that her knight had been defeated. I cared less for the lord that threw crumbs at his servants, but Oh Mary! How she would be so devasted to hear the news. I rode back to the town with his helmet and flag in hand. I kneeled infront of my Mary and laid the gifts at her feet. That was the last I saw of Mary. She locked herself in a tower never to be seen again. Some say that she died of a broken heart while others stay that she took her own life and searchs for the one that took her knights life. OFr myself, I never did get to hold Mary or even recieve a gentle kiss on my lips. Instead I am still a squire, but for another knight. My soul is heavy from the weight that i bear from my previous deeds, The tail is one i barely breath, but the fond memories of my knight and how happy he made Mary are the only relief that i get from the nightmares that haunt my sleep. The sorry knight with such bad fate that I a greedy silly iggnorant fool would be the one to cause his death. I, the boy who loved Mary so much that I killed her love and forever destroyed the person I held dear. **

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Library: The tale of the sorry knight