That the knight had made the decision was an event in itself. Now
all he had to do was prove his love for the lovely lady Swanneck and
they could live happily ever after.
Every girl in the kingdom wished that a knight would come wisk her
away from the horrible peasantry that they had to live every day. A
handsome knight was the only way out of their dreary routines...marrying
into the royal family was out of the question, since the royals normally
married within other royal families (which might have accounted for all
of the birth defects, but that's another story). Other than the royals,
only the knights were allowed to live in bliss, with more than enough
money. And knights were allowed to marry anyone they wished. They
protected the king and queen and their kingdom, after all. It was only
right that they be kept happy.
The most recent knight who was voted the most eligible bachelor in
the kingdom two years in a row was a man by the name of Gurfunk
Blasphmey. And his heart had finally been won over by the Lady Alinxme
Swanneck. Now, Swanneck *used* to be one of the royal families, until
late in the last century when one of the princesses chose to marry into
the peasantry, and the family name had been in the peasantry ever
since. This was a -major- faux pas on the princess's part, and if one
in the Swanneck family were ever to utter her name, it was considered a
sin.
The girl had won the knight's heart back when she had had to work
closely with a certain campaign against another kingdom. Alinxme was
the one who had to sew all of the clothes, and together Gurfunk and she
had carved out a relationship while he consulted her with the best way
to inter-weave iron into comfortable cotton clothing.
But, as I have said before, the knight now had to perform a deed of
high danger and violence to gain her appreciation. This was no small
task, especially in those days. Dragons were scarce, ogres were actually
turning into some sort of feminist movement, and golemns were working on
being accepted as 'real' to the community. There just weren't very many
violent and dangerous things left.
Just as the knight was about to give up hope of ever performing a
successfull slaughter of some nearly extinct beast, he recieved a
tip. Apparently, there was some strange beast to the east of the
kingdom that was terrorizing some small village, and they had sent a
letter to the king requesting some assistance. Gurfunk mounted his
steed, a dashing black equine named Borhoff, and spurred him in the
direction of the village.
The monster had done major damage to the fields of corn to the
east, so naturally that's the direction the villagers pointed our
dashing young hero. And indeed, he found a cave in which he found the
beast, which turned out to be a rather large, fire-breathing tiger. But
as Gurfunk pulled out his sword to slay the thing, it spoke to him in a
deep, vibrating voice.
"I do wish you would come back tomorrow, sir. I've just finished
eating, and would like some rest and to clean up before I do battle with
a knight."
Gurfunk, being the tactful and well educated knight that he was,
agreed. And so he went back to the village and spent the night in a
barn on a nice, soft bed of hay.
Unfortunately, the next day, published in the local village
publication, he was shocked to read that the beast had attacked again
during the night, burning down the local dance hall, in which the
'Sugarbuggie' was gleefully danced every night, but would be no more.
Enraged that his hospitality had been betrayed, Gurfunk saddled up
Borhoff and rode again to the cave, sword drawn even before he entered
this time. It wasn't needed however, because the tiger-beast had been
attacked by somthing else during the night, and whatever had done the
damage had also killed the thing. Gurfunk was human, and though he had
not *really* done any act of violence or defeated anything dangerous, he
cut off the thing's head and rode back to the kingdom.
After the peasantry saw the head of the beast and 'ooh'ed and
'ah'ed over it for a while, Gurfunk and Alinxme were married in the
royal chapel with a large ceremony and much ado.
You may have noticed that there is no moral to this story. I ask
you, why must there be a moral in every medieval story written? Can't
there just be *one* story told by a person such as I that is simple
entertainment? Fine, I suppose if you want a moral, then I will give
you this: just because tradition dictates that you must do something
horrible doesn't mean that if natural causes does the job for you you
can't take advantage of it. There.