The Simple Knight

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The Simple Knight rode forth, bobbing along with armor clanking as he trotted across the battlefield. Bodies dotted the landscape and arrows lay struck up randomly; further ahead one could see smoke rising from the camp. Approaching, the knight was greeting by the glares of soldiers, most covered in dirt and blood clutching their wounds. He ignored the stares and continued onward towards the main tent. Three men greeted the knight with a bow as he dismounted. Two seemed scrawny being either a pair of squires or servants, the other a plump man dressed in silk clothing who spoke in a deep tone. "Glad to see you finally arrive Ser Sparrow. Your absence was duly noted by his highness; I believe him to say you the most 'snail like' and 'careless' knight he has kept around'". Dishelming himself, Sparrow replied "Apologies Lord Bersmont, you need simply point towards the enemy and I will make haste". And so he did, pointing a fat finger behind himself, "Don't be too hasty, the king is mad to think you to be at two fronts at once. Your brothers are are to the front waiting for you". Ser Sparrow gave a quick nod before placing his helm back tight, a harsh foot sent to his horse who reared and sprinted off towards the front. It took not but a minute before he joined his brothers who rose beside him catching up to speed as they rode forth to battle in all glory. The knights looked gallant in their finely crafted armor as they cheered their cry "Bleach thei-

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"Young Lord"! Brandon jerked his head up to see Ser Rodrick shout at him. "It is time to ride Ser, come along now". He waved, Brandon giving a grumble as he snapped shut the book which was bounded in tough leather. "I was on a roll Rodrick, try not to interrupt me so harshly next time". Brandon caught him rolling his eyes though simply sighed, placing his book and pen back into the bag at his back. Huffing as he stood he started towards his roach, cupping a hand under his chin mumbling to the destier "Ready Roach? Time to ride says a prick, right now he says". They both rode towards town with his single guard outfitted in the houses' chained armor with a painted sparrow stitched on the tabard. Brandon's plate clinked, still clean and lacking battle as they entered the outskirts of town, a women approached pleeing for a knights assistance. His hopes raised for but a minute before being greeted with heroic task of rescuing a local kitten from a tree. As he climbed the ladder all the boy could think was 'The stories paint this to be so much more'. Suddenly the cat hissed and the ladder tipped, the young lord shouting as snatched and wrapped this feline up while the ladder brought the both of them to a thud. Rodrick shouted and ran forth, the women cupping her mouth as Brandon moaned and held the kitten up with one hand muttering "Here- take it".