Arthur picked up his cloak and looked at it. It was the one he wore every day on patrol. There were rips with mending over them. Blood stains could still be seen despite the color.

Arthur put it around his shoulders. Today he would probably get more rips to mend and blood stains. As long as the blood wasn't his he was fine with it.

A knight's duty was to defend the land even if that meant killing or maiming someone. He was a knight and he accepted his duty. Even if it meant he could die while doing it.