12. Galahad: Feeble
I am their brother, of course, but I am their little brother. The one whom everyone has to watch out for, the one that has to be tolerated, and kept from trouble. It has ever been so, and I fear it shall continue. I am a man grown, not some feeble boy.
I have killed, wounded, slaughtered, drunk ale, had women. I am a highly skilled horseman, and my aim with a bow is steady and sure. What else must I do to prove myself? I want to ask them. What?
There is no curse more terrible than eternal youth.