This is my fourth chapter!! Uh but its called chapter 3... odd... hmm ok I'm on a roll now... looking at a chapter a day, pretty good I think! Any suggestions are greatly appreciated, I wan to incorporate something with magic... but I just need to rack my brain for something magical and preferably original... I'm figuring out everything impossible, here comes my Nobel prize for philosophy (the uh non-existent one that is...)!!!
Tristan road up the dirt path through the tall pine trees on his gray horse. Up in the distance, a league or so ahead of him he saw a lone rider. Most were not foolish enough, or brave enough, to ride alone in these parts. He quickly summed up that the rider must be a foreigner, and thought it best to warn him, or at least to ride from a safe distance and watch him.
As Tristan quietly approached him, he realized, first to his disbelief, then to his horror, that the rider was in fact Sir Galahad. His initial reaction had been disbelief for he had not seen nor heard from his old companion for five years, and was then horrified at the manner in which he road. It was no longer the manner to which warriors or messengers rode their horses, but he had adopted the mannerisms of a nobleman in riding, which was painfully slow and even more painful to the rider to be sure, although it was supposed to make the appearance of well-breading, importance etc. Tristan simply raised an eyebrow to this and figured that it was a thought more likely to be of a nobleman shocked at the change of a once peasant. Tristan grinned at this. Indeed these were not thoughts he should have of his old friend.
Tristan quickly caught up to Galahad.
"Good sir, do you not know what land you travel on. You must have the permission, nay protection of the Lord of the North."
Galahad quickly turned; hand on sword, to face his old friend. "Tristan! I mean my Lord!" Galahad's face quickly broke into a wide smile at this, "My apologies to be sure, but I carry a letter for this Lord himself. Please bid I pass; it must be delivered right to his very jewel covered hands!"
The jest continued with Tristan's reply, "I believe I shall fight you for it then! I shall have that letter or I shall have your head with it!" threatened Tristan as he jumped swiftly off his horse and brandished his sword in the vicinity of Galahad.
"Sire, I must profess that you enjoy to kill more than the normal man. Your sanguine amounts must be quite black." Said Galahad as he too dismounted and drew his sword.
"A very graceful dismount, for an even more graceful rider, but sir, will your graceful ways save you from my steel?"
"I do believe that they shall! I shall dance ever so gracefully in circles around you, and then I shall dance with a graceful lady too on your grave!"
Galahad then deteriorated into fits of laughter and Tristan's lips slowly formed an amused smile. .
"It has been too long Galahad." said Tristan, patting his friend on the shoulder, as the first to recover, "Now let me see this letter. Finally I have the satisfaction of receiving a letter after all these years!"
"What! You mean to say that you have not received one letter since we last met!"
"Not one to be certain."
"Have you been hidden in this wilderness for such scores of years?"
"Scores! Nay! I am not that old am I? Perhaps it is since I have not cut my beard for so long." Said Tristan as he stroked his scruffy brown beard, digressing into the making of a mental note to get a nice clean shave.
"I have sent you many letters!, Invitations!, Addresses!"
"Nonsense! No one has remembered me. I meet my messenger only two fortnights at the watchtower, not one letter has come for me! I was forgotten long ago and as your looks have faded, so has your memory of me!" Said Tristan calmly.
"Something is amiss Tristan, for one can surely not forget you easily, especially if one wishes to." Said Galahad now jesting again, "And I assure you that I will not quickly forget that pick on my looks!"
"We must return to Norhelen Castle at once. Let us ride quickly, and let you ride like a knight. I cannot believe that that is at all comfortable."
Galahad made a grimace at the last remark, to pretend offense, "Well even if I arrive a fortnight after you, at least I will look good doing it! Ha!"
I just realized how short my chapters are, but I think that's ok... attention span thing soooo... lol... easier to read! Ok so I've come up with an explanation to that now what else... Thank-you to my reviewers!!! I'm happy people like it!! I'm even happier that people are reading it! Next chapter will be about Dagonet.