A knight does not conceal his greatness.
Even the sabre is honed and he himself, fully armoured: a proper man.

He does not know love: he weds nobly in the day and lusts in the night.

Folks do extol him for his fine slaying of thousands at the battle of Camelot: his heroics. This figure deserves a great place in the Court.

I now long to be his chamberlain - to tap deeply from his knightly prowess.

I shall shadow greatly from court to battle, where he too will be slain, when he must have become grizzled.

I know the Knight, I am to die with him.


Written by Leo Batross