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Sir Lanceor pulled with all his might—and for quite some time—before relenting. He held the sword out towards Sir Percival. “Here, Sir Percival,” he said. “I am clearly not pure enough a man! Perhaps you will have better luck!” This brought out loud guffaws and cackles from King Arthur’s court. With a huff and a… Continue reading 9. Draw Straws
Sir Balan and the Damsel hadn’t walked a very long distance upon the highway to Camelot before the Damsel revealed a metal horn low on her hip. “Thirsty, sir knight?” she asked Sir Balan as she unhitched the horn from her belt and brandished it. “They brew some mighty strong stuff in Dál Riata, I’m… Continue reading 8. Puff Puff
Sir Balan returned home, hot and sweaty from the journey back. “Mother,” he called out as he entered. “I’ve returned.” Catalina was sitting at a window by a tall stack of clean dishes. “Welcome home, son,” she replied. “Look, how you’ve dirtied yourself.” “Yes,” Sir Balan replied as he changed into cleaner clothing. “I was… Continue reading 7. Allure