The old knight held up the sword. With both hands wrapped around the sword’s blade, he was amazed as the metal seemed to take on a luminescent greenish glow, yet remained cool to the touch. “What supernatural sorcery did manufacture this mystical rapier? What power in heaven, in hell, or on Earth could construct a magnificent weapon such as this?”
“Sire,” the knight’s knave said, “I believe you may be holding Excalibur.”
“If that is the case, knave,” the old knight exclaimed, “this would be quite the revelation. Excalibur was given to Arthur by the Lady of the Lake shortly after he began his reign. But Excalibur was ultimately thrown into the enchanted lake. What strange circumstances should bring me to this stone wall to find this charmed sword? And, more important, what steps should I now take that I have it in my possession?”
The knave thought for a moment and then snapped this fingers. “I know, sire,” he said. “You should write a post about it for your blog.”
“My blog? To what end, knave?” the knight asked.
“Sire,” the knave said. “Everyone knows that the pen is mightier than the sword.”
“Knave,” the knight said, “are you seriously going all equivoque on me?”
Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. Photo credit: Sue Vincent. Also includes daily prompts from Ragtag Daily Prompt (manufacture), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (construct), Word of the Day Challenge (revelation, and Your Daily Word Challenge (equivoque).
Phoebe was excited when the envelope arrived. Having been adopted when she was just a baby, she knew nothing about her heritage. She dearly loved the couple who adopted her, and they were the only parents she ever knew, but once she turned 25, the void in her life, that of finding her roots, had to be addressed. It was an itch that she knew had to be scratched.
It took nearly four months, but the envelope from the DNA testing service Phoebe had engaged finally was delivered. Her hands were actually trembling as she carefully opened the envelope and read the report.
When she saw that her heritage was 90% Scottish, it both shocked and excited Phoebe. She decided that she needed to dig deeper and to investigate her family tree. Did she come from peasant stock, the working class, or maybe even the aristocracy? Phoebe had to know; she became obsessed with learning more of her heritage. She paid more money to the DNA testing service and ultimately learned that her ancestry could be traced all the way back to the time of the Scottish king, Robert I, popularly known as Robert the Bruce.
That’s when Phoebe took a leave of absence from her job and flew to Scotland to find out even more. She spent two months going deeper and deeper into her family’s history. It ultimately led her to a cemetery where she came across an old stone sarcophagus carved in the shape of a warrior knight. This knight, who had fought bravely in battle along side Robert the Bruce, was distantly related to her historic clan.
Phoebe was so overcome with emotions when she discovered the location of her most distant relative that she came back the next day and placed a single red rose across the sarcophagus, along with a handwritten note that read, “In memory of a loyal knight of the House of Bruce who gave his life for his king in July 1314.”
Shortly thereafter, Phoebe flew home and told her adoptive parents of her discovery, and then hugged them both, thanking them profusely for their love and care.
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.
The theme for today’s Just Jot It January prompt is “knight.” It was suggested by Lita Hawk at Hawk’s Happenings.
This immediately reminded me of an old joke. Unfortunately, I can’t recall the joke itself. I can only remember the punchline:
“Once a king, always a king. But once a knight is enough.”