Sterling Silverson Narrative

The Knight’s striking military career is considered prestigious and esteemed. The Knight has fought in “fifteen mortal battles” (Chaucer 4) all over the world. He fought in Prussia, Lithuania, Granada, North Africa, Anatolia, and Russia. His devotion to his career brings attention to the significance of fighting for the Knight, “it is during his violent interactions with others, that his loyalty to the knightly code should be most apparent” (n.a. par. 2). The Knight’s devotion to his work in the military can be assumed by how Chaucer describes his appearance when he begins his pilgrimage. In contrast to his son, the Squire, who wears fine clothing “embroidered like a meadow bright and full of freshest flowers, red and white” (Chaucer 5), the Knight, Chaucer reveals, is not “gaily dressed” (Chaucer 5) which divulges that

Sir Lancelot was the first knight to ever join the round table. He was loved by all, feared by many. He would risk his life to serve other countless of times, never failed in politeness and his passion and courage great. He was the pinnacle of what a knight should be, the poster child of what true chivalry is. This reputation followed him throughout his life but, in the end, he himself was his greatest downfall. Throughout this

It was dark at the castle; Not a soul was awake. As the wind blew, the castle itself was snoring. Nothing moved but a dark form on the fortress wall. It was a boy. Climbing over the wall, the prince sneaked to the open attic window. With the guards sleeping at their posts, it was child’s play. Agile as a squirrel, he darted into the attic. Inside the room, beheld the Firebird, a majestic sun-eagle of gold. Withdrawing the Firebird, the boy stared at the pure golde cage, coveting it. A name was engraved on the handle, genommen*. Though the prince was warned against stealing it, his hand inched towards the cage, then darted to grab the handle. As soon as he touched it, trumpets blared and alarms roared

“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.”

Here’s the thing about high school, it’s terrible. Not because I don’t just absolutely love learning useless things like the makeup of a plant cell, but rather because teachers and students underestimate me or try to walk all over me because I’m that one kid who gets into fights and lives in detention. Oliver, he likes to call himself my dad ever since the adoption, I still call him Oliver to mess with him though, insists I need to graduate high school knowing I hate it. However he likes to tell me there’s a silver lining in everything and the silver lining for me going to school is Matt. Perfect, smart, cool, and absolute badass Matt Williams. Hockey team captain and resident popular guy.

Fredrick was ever the voice in defense of the king but was not surprised nor even particularly annoyed at the knights' dedication to their brother. He'd seen it before, he'd experienced it before. These men had been together since they were boys, living, fighting, and dying side by side, binding them together as brothers. It was beyond friendship, as strong and true as the armor they wore. It was the knight's way of life.

being, he begins to poke fun at him. He insists that the Knight was “a

"They need someone with experience, Arthur. Most of the knights have only just been knighted, or are too old to make the journey and the living conditions out there."

Sir Gawain shows great respect to his hosts. “Please, please, noble sirs,” he tells the Sir Bertilak’s men when they first meet. “There is no need at all to kneel. I am a humble knight like yourselves, a follower of King Arthur and the round table.”

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An older nobleman, Lord Garrick, tells the swordsmen about a castle three days’ ride north, which has been occupied by masterless men. He promises to petition King Edward to grant it to the swordsmen if they can win it back.

Merlin coloured and took a step away from the man. Did the knight think he was some sort of damsel to be locked away for safekeeping? "He does not need a squire; I do the job just fine," Merlin answered angrily. "And he is a great knight. The

"You were wrong on the second point as well," his father continued. "If the past years have taught me anything it is that putting your life on the line to protect something you care about more than yourself can give more glory than any mindless quest for personal fame. Remember this as well."

“I’m still the newest master. I think I’ve got a lot to prove, but… Well, I’ll do my best to live up to your name.”

The King look passed his uncle, staring at the two Kingsman, who are hauling the Taster’s body away. He moves past him, watching them. “Do what you must…but before then, I want you to send money to the Taster’s family. Tell them, ‘how sorry we are for their loss,’” he grins with his back to Cipher. “Then, send out an announcement to the lands, telling them we are in desperate need of a royal taster, omitting the reasons why we lost our last one.”