Sucky Day For a Knight
This was probably the most suckiest day in knight Arthur`s whole life. First it shows out that the dragon he was supposed to defeat was just a hoax. Then he was attacked by the three robber barons Gilbert, Francis and Antonio. And just when he had gotten away with his life and the day can still be saved his "faithful" squire suddenly resigns because Arthur is "stoping him from becoming a real knight".
"Have never heard anything so preposterous..." Arthur grumbled when he suddenly heard the sound that all travelling knights fear. Not the roaring of a dragon or the whining of a "fair" maiden. It was thunder. And true enough in the next minute the rain started to splash against his armour.
"Worst day ever."
It took him almost half an hour to find a cave that he and the horse could take shelter in. As soon as Arthur had come in gotten off the horse he started to pull off his armour. Something that proved to be very difficult without a helper. He could almost feel how the rust was starting to bite into the armour. He got off the arm protections and the helmet but when he came to the chest and back plates he couldn't`t reach the straps. He tried to stretch himself, bite together, claw after the straps. In the end he lost his temper, picked up one of the arm protections and threw it hard into the cave wall with a loud clang.
"GOBLIN TAKE YOU ALFRED! AND YOUR HAMSTER!"
His horse didn`t even raise an eyebrow if he would have any. That if something spoke about how often Arthur had these kinds of outbursts. But then the sound of a child giggling was heard in the cave. Arthur froze.
"Hello. Is anybody there?"
The giggling became even louder and from an extended wall in the cave a boy on maybe twelve fell to the ground laughing.
"Who are you?! How long have you been here?! And what is so funny?!" Arthur shouted angrily in a brave attempt to hide his fear. The boy gasped for air.
"Your face! Hahaha! Priceless! And your hamster!"
Arthur sighed. Seemed like the boy wasn`t dangerous after all. Only very annoying.
"What are you doing here?"
"Same as you. Taking shelter from the rain." The boy answered.
"Can`t you do that at home?" Arthur asked. He wasn`t exactly famous for being the most pleasant knight.
"I don`t have a home." The boy answered as if it didn`t matter. Arthur bit his tongue in shame.. Time to change subject.
"Can you help me get these off boy? I can`t reach the straps."
The boy happily got up from the cave floor and ran up to Arthur. In a couple of minutes he had loosened the last strap and helped Arthur out of the armour.
"Thank you boy." Arthur said relived.
"Name`s Peter, not boy." Peter said amused. Arthur took a look at Peter. He seemed to be a cheerful boy with nimble fingers if only a bit impolite. Not that different from himself on that matter.
"Tell me, you wouldn`t happen to want to become my squire? I have a serious lack thereof at the moment. If you got the time of course."
Peter`s eyes began to shine. Everyone knew what it meant to be a squire. You where supposed to help the knight with a lot of things, follow him on a lot of exciting adventures and it was the easiest way to also become a knight to one day.
"Yes! Absolutely! I got time!" he cheered.
Arthur couldn`t help but giggle.
"Well then. Your first job shall then be to learn how to wipe an armour."
When they where done the weather had cleared and they got ready to leave.
"Can I ride to?" Peter asked as Arthur got up in the saddle.
"The knight and the squire are not actually supposed to ride on the same horse. But this once. Then we will have to get you your own horse." Arthur answered and helped Peter up. And then they where on their way.
"Straighten your back! You sit as if you have never ridden a horse before."
"I haven`t! How am I supposed to sit without falling off?!"
"Hold on with your legs... Careful! We don`t want Mayflower to start galloping!"
"Mayflower?"
"..."
"Are we going to go fight a dragon now?"
"Maybe not today."
"You are boring."
They had a long fighting friendship ahead of them.
I`m trying out a new spellcheck. Thoughts? Pandoala.
