After Guinevere had found a warm hiding place for the egg where Komodo couldn't get it, she went to find Doyle at the master controls, acting like the pilot. She smiled and tapped him on the shoulder. He jolted with surprise and took the pilot cap off he had found in a costume box.
"Guinevere! Um… I… have a seat," he stuttered as he stood up, offering her his seat. She took it gratefully and he leaned up against the joystick. The airship wasn't active so nothing could happen, he thought.
"I wanted to ask you something, Doyle," Guinevere began as she looked up at him sweetly.
"Yeah?" he casually crossed his arms in front of his chest to act cool.
"Since you promised to protect me, I was thinking of dubbing you as my knight," she told him.
He seemed surprised but he was expecting a different question entirely. "A knight? Really?" Doyle could picture himself in a suit of armor fighting Argost.
"Yes! My sisters had knights, so why not? I know the vows and everything," Guinevere hoped he would say yes. She wanted a knight just like her sisters. Doyle wasn't exactly like Sir Lancelot but he could do.
"So what do I have to do?" Doyle asked, trying to hide the excitement in his voice.
"Well, nothing really since you have already sworn protection over me. I need a sword," Guinevere said as she looked around the room from the chair.
"Drew has that fire sword, will that do?" Doyle asked Guinevere.
She nodded, "Yes that will do fine."
When Doc and Drew came back onto the airship, Doyle ran up to his sister. "Drew, can I borrow your sword?" he asked her quickly and excitedly.
"What? Why?" Drew stared at him, confused.
"Guinevere is going to dub me a knight," he explained, "Please sis; I might be able to get her to like me if I embrace her culture." He made quotation marks with his fingers when he said "culture."
Drew smiled slightly at her brother and unsheathed her sword, "Just be very careful with it," she told him as she handed it to him.
"Thanks Drew," Doyle said gratefully as he gazed down at the sword, "Do you want to come and watch? Guinevere asked Zak to watch."
"I want to see this," Doc said anxious. He couldn't see Doyle as a knight.
Doyle led them into a room on the airship that Guinevere had chosen for the occasion. She stood at the end of the room waiting for him to come and bear the sword. Zak, Fisk and Komodo stood to her right with excited and anxious faces.
Doyle stood at the other end of the room as he gazed up at Guinevere in all her pure white splendor. Drew put a loving hand on his shoulder and smiled at him when he turned to face her.
"Come forward, Doyle," Guinevere said in a clear and loud voice that made him jump.
Drew and Doc looked at each other as Doyle walked across the room towards Guinevere, carrying the sword. He was a little nervous, not knowing what was going to happen, but he tried not to show the worry on his face. When he came up to Guinevere, she wore a warm smile that immediately melted all of his worry away. He stood there, gazing up at her all googly-eyed.
"Kneel down and give her the sword," Zak whispered.
Doyle blushed and kneeled on one knee as he offered the hilt to Guinevere. She stifled the giggle and took the sword with both hands. It was heavy for a mechanical fire sword.
"I dub thee knight," Guinevere tapped both of Doyle's shoulders with the sword, "Rise, Sir Doyle," she said in her royal voice.
He rose and waited for further orders. Guinevere gave him the sword, smiling.
"That's all there is to it, my knight," she told him.
Doyle smiled as he turned and walked back to Drew. "My knight," he muttered, "I like that."