A Short Story : A Story Of A Tale?

“I’ve lived here a little over ten years. I lived on a small farm on the outskirts of Camelot until I was nine years old. I lived there with my parents and my sister. That is, until King Urien’s men raided our village and killed my family. All three of them,” he said, his voice catching ever so slightly before continuing. “Owen, another farmer and family friend was a widower. He took me in and has been a father to me ever since. He had no children so it was just the two of us. Much of my time was taken up by farming chores, but Owen knew I dreamed of being a knight and made sure I continued on with my sword lessons. He’s a good man.”

William Marshall was not given consideration from his father; this was not unheard of for the time. Many knights throughout Crouch’s work are said to have had, “a similar life” to that of William Marshall. His loyalty, dedication to duty and good looks were some of the few things that set him apart. This trend was seen most of his life.

Furthermore, we are given a detailed explanation of the knight's activities since he was a young boy (lines 51-63) He has fought countless battles, slain many a heathen and rebel alike, and engaged in fifteen tournaments to the death. There can be little doubt of the knight's courage, tenacity, or skill in combat. This listing helps to demonstrate that the knight is precisely what he seems, and ought to be: a brave defender of his people. Unlike many of the other pilgrims (such as the Nun and the Friar) who are ironically portrayed as been counter to the tenants of their profession, the knight remains the proud embodiment of virtue that he exemplifies.

Another trumpet blast rang out, and the men to be knighted proceeded out on the field, all eight of them. Rion stood at the end of the line, his shoulders back, standing tall, with his long, dark hair tied back in a leather thong. At seventeen, he had grown more strapping and taller than Percival had ever thought possible. This strong, broad-shouldered young man before him had once been a skinny and frightened child after his mother and sister’s deaths, but look at him now. He was everything a knight should be, deliberate, smart, bold, and kind. And Rion handled a sword better than any man Percival knew.

“And though so much distinguished, he was wise/ and in his bearing modest as a maid” (70-71). The Knight is admired by all because of his protection and respect for them.

Francis learned the skills for archery, wrestling, and horsemanship. His dream was to be a Knight. With taking over the textile business he didn't have any business with.

Yet as he rode away from Camelot off into the unknown, that yearning sensation gripped his chest again. It was as if an endless, heavy chain had snaked its way around his heart and tightened, tightened, tightened. The loss of having been a knight for a mere day only to have it stripped away was agonizing, but not nearly as excruciating as the loss associated with leaving Guinevere behind.

As Perceval rides towards the court of King Arthur, he meets the Red Knight at the gate of the castle. When Perceval sees the Red Knights armor, he decides that he will have it for himself. Perceval rides up to the Red Knight and tells him, “By my faith, I’ll ask the king to give me [your] armor.” The Red Knight does not see this as a threat from the Welsh boy. He tells Perceval to go to King Arthur and tell the king to send a champion to fight him if the king wants his cup back. Perceval

Not hesitating once to reject her father’s request, she dashed down the stairs, her dress rustling behind her. She noticed that her father was not alone. With him stood a knight. He was handsome, but wore clothes with holes and tears.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” he told his guards before wandering a down the corridor, then up a flight of stairs to Mithian’s guest chamber. When he arrived, heart banging against his ribcage with hard and relentless thumps, he came face-to-face with one of Mithian’s knights. He’d never taken a moment to consider the fact her chambers would be guarded, even though that was customary. Arthur reminded himself he was the king, and others would find it acceptable for him to bed any woman he chose. He stood before the young knight.

“But like I told you before, Owen is a good man. He was a widower and had no children, so it was just the two of us on his farm. Much of my childhood was taken up with farming chores, but my parents had a little money set aside, so Owen used that to have me tutored in reading and writing. I had sword lessons, too. Owen knew I dreamed of being a knight and he supported me as best he could. He could have easily used the money for himself or the farm, but he didn’t. He’s a gentle

Alfred Kropp is an overweight, underachieving teen whose main goals in life consist of getting his learner’s permit and dating Amy Pouchard. Things take a very unexpected turn, however, when his uncle talks him into participating in a get-rich-quick scheme. The scheme involves stealing a valuable sword (which just happens to be Excalibur), and before Alfred knows it, he has vowed to protect the powerful sword from the motorcycle-riding, sword-wielding Agents of Darkness. Although he wonders why a group of modern-day knights would entrust him with such an important mission, Alfred enjoys a new-found sense of purpose, which is further fueled by his discovery that he is the last descendent of Lancelot. Yancey has hit one out of the park with this

I directed the way to two hotels, each knights had several small jewels about him, and one of these was sufficient for payment. They woman who gave them the rooms stared when Lancelot signed his name, and even more as she got through the line, but when she came to the king, who signed his name, she waited til he had gone to his room, then rushed off, and I heard her muttering, “King Arthur?! He is just a legend, but maybe somehow I thought they would come true…”

The following cool spring night, Arthur roamed the woods on foot. He’d planned to take his horse so he could cover more ground, but decided against that, as going to the stables and saddling-up would draw more attention. It was easier for him to slip out of the castle under the cover of darkness.

The brigade of Knights moved cautiously through the streets of Rome. They were a part of the Knight’s Templars. They rode through the streets moving towards the Holy See. Their armor glistened in the sun light. Their leader Sir Onfroi rode on his horse glaring at the people in the crowds, their great helms were protecting them from the coldness of the winter. They moved towards the church.