You step into the glade and talk to the knight
"I'm not sure," you say, responding to his stuttered
question.
Pulling himself together, the young knight returns to knightly decorum
and bravado. "Why do you come hither?"
"I could ask you the same question." you reply
menacingly."Now, who are you?"
"I'm Oswald, junior assistant squire to Sir Chewin the
Charitable.Now you'd better leave me alone, you bully, or I'll tell
King Gertil about you. I'm a close personal friend of the
King's."
the knight, now demoted to junior assisant squire, boasts.
"Well, Oswald," you reply,"I'm going to need your
horse, so either you give it to me like a good fellow or I'll have
to...."
Before you can finish your sentence, Oswald hands you the reins.
"Her name is Mabel. Treat her nicely." he shouts as you ride
off upon the dapple pony.
You step into the glade and greet the knight. The knight jumps in
surprise and fright, then turns to look at you.
"Who....who....who are you?" he cries. Looking at the
knight's face, you laugh at your intial fear of him. He is at least a
year younger than you and though much taller, he is far more thin and
scrawny. On whole, he reminds you of a scared rabbit. You doubt he
could wield the heavy sword lying by his side, even if he mustered up
enough courage to want to.
