Brief Introduction: This is my first 'A Knight's Tale' based story. Yes it does contain lesbain content, and yes there may be sex and a bit of course language. So if you have an issue with any of the above, do NOT continue reading. Hope you enjoy!
A Blacksmith's Tale
1
Her Beauty
Her name was Jocelyn.
I had heard drunken men tell stories of her beauty. Stories that seem to good to be true. 'The most beautiful woman England had ever seen!', or so I was told. How was I supposed to believe these seedy old farts? It wasn't as though she'd be strolling through this end of town everyday, a woman like herself would never be found here. So how could they possibly have known what she looked like?
I don't know why I was getting all fired up over it. I mean, it would have been a dream come true to have seen her, maybe even meet her, but what would she wan't with a blacksmith? Let alone another woman? That's right, the only female blacksmith this side of town, and I had fallen in love with a myth.
As if my love life wasn't bad enough, my buisness was suffering aswell. No one wanted to have a woman fix and make their armor, and so my jobs mostly consisted of making horseshoes and mending broken house-hold utensils.
I thought, at least, with it being tournament season, I would have had perhaps one or two customers, but my luck was failing me once again. That was until a young knite, and his sad excuses for squires, trotted into the armory accross from mine. I overheard the blacksmith turning him down, saying he didn't work for free and wasnt about to. "Try the next one over." grumbled the ugly beast. "She'll work for anything."
The knight glanced over towards me, at wich point I regained focus on my work. "But she's a woman!" he exclaimed. My blood began to boil with fury. That sexist bastard I thought to myself. He strolled over towards my armory reluctantly. "Excuse me." He began.
"I don't work for free!" I said, not even gracing him with a look.
"Oh well he said you wouldn't be able to do it!" He replied snidely.
"Who said that?" I exclaimed.
"Oh, the other armories."
"Did they say that because I'm a woman?" How typical a woman in the trade, who was attracted to other women, and hated sexist remarks towards women.
"No. He said you were great with horseshoes but shit with armor." Every word out of his mouth made me twinge in anger. Insult me about my gender, and I may verbally abuse you. However, insult my blacksmith skills, and you must die.
I snatched the chest plate, he was clutching, from his grasp and turned my back towards the group. "What's your name?"
"Will."
"Kate."
The armor was relatively easy to fix just a few adjustments, some heat and some force, and that was a job well done.
After he had one some tournament, Sir Ulrich, brought about my pay. He handed me a solid gold statue. As I was sizeing up my share I overheard him complaining to his squires about his armor. "I could make you new armor. Lighter more manouverable." they just laughed at me, turning me down. I took my share and left.
They had no idea what they were missing out on.
I had no idea what link I would have between them, and my myth.
So there, the first chapter. Hope you people enjoyed it. I'm sorry if it was a bit repetitave. I tried to make it from Kate's point of view. The next chapter will deffinetly be more in depth and descriptive. Thankyou, and as always, please comment.
