This first chapter recycles dialogue from the game, and then offers my own unique spin on what happened between the two knights.
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"Wait, O beauteous one! Would you not favor me with your name? Or better yet, your company?" Sain asked, following after his newest object of infatuation. In this case, a green-haired swordswoman of the Secae.
"Where are you from, sir knight, that you speak so freely to a stranger?" she asked.
"Ha! I thought you'd never ask!" Sain said with great energy--as he always did when a conversation's subject turned to himself. "I am from Lycia. I hail from Caelin, home to men with passion of fire!"
"Shouldn't that be 'home to callow oafs with loose tongues'?" she said cooly.
The young knight grasped his chest, as if her remark had pierced his heart. "Ooooh . . . You're even lovely when you're cruel."
The lady bid him goodbye, and turned to go.
Sain cantered after her. "Wait! Please . . . !"
He was brought up short by Kent, however, a senior knight and his partner on this mission. The man drew his horse in front of him to block his path. "Sain! Hold your tongue!"
"Ah, Kent! My boon companion! Why so severe an expression?" Sain asked as he dismounted.
"If your manner were more serious, I wouldn't have to be so severe! We still have a mission to complete, Sain!"
"I know that. But how could I remain silent in the presence of such beauty? It would have been discourteous!"
"What do you know of courtesy!?" Kent asked. He leapt down from his own steed and grasped Sain about the waist. In a well-practiced movement, he hefted the younger knight and tossed him face-first over his own horse. After that, it only a moment's work before Sain's armor and breeches were drawn down to his ankles and his bare, well-formed rump was exposed.
"Ah, Kent! You're not going to--You couldn't mean too--!" Sain wriggled over the horse's back nervously. Kent had a well-known reputation for punishing squires and green recruits with a seat-dusting, but Sain had never thought he'd take action against a fellow knight like this. Much less in the middle of a bustling town square.
"That's right, Sain. While you may be a full-fledged knight of Lycia now, that does not excuse you from acting inappropriately. And neither does it excuse you from disciplinary actions from your superiors." Ken drew his blade and, before the other knight realized what he was doing, began sharply paddling the upturned rear with the flat of the blade. While Sain's backside was--like all knights' backsides--toughened due to long hours in the saddle, it didn't take long for his buttocks to color into a cherry red, or for heartfelt cries and yelps to issue from his mouth.
"Oh! Ooh, Kent! Stop, please! I promise I won't let my attractions get in the way of our mission from now on!" Sain promised, squirming and twisting over the saddle, his round cheeks bouncing with the blows.
"Be sure that you don't," Kent said. Just to be sure, he sent ten more slaps of his sword against his companion's stinging seat. "Now re-arm yourself. We have a good ride ahead of us if we want to catch up with the Marquess's grand-daughter."
Sain grimaced, and nodded. A minute later he was settling into his seat with a wince. The bumpy horse-ride reminded him with every step that Kent's reputation for discipline was well earned.