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Image <\/span><\/strong>‘Tomas Babington Macaulay’\u00a9 Peter K. Levy. Source: <\/span>CC License<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Author: <\/strong>Ricardo Paterek Ferreira<\/p>\n

Chapter 1<\/h6>\n

The rain had poured all day, surrounding the country in permanent greyness. Nature rejoiced as the weather announced a fortunate spring after a long and dry winter. The trees shed their ephemeral vanity of flowers and petals, while the grass took on a joyful shade of emerald, one may have even mistaken it for the garden of Eden. The rivers and streams roared in a triumphant torrent as the rain came to their aid in their crusade to the seas.<\/p>\n

Roland plunged his bucket in one of these streams, almost losing his grip on it as the water insisted on taking it on its journey. He pulled the wooden bucket out soon after as he carried it to his father. He was a heavyset man, unlike his scrawny disappointment of a son.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not<\/em> taking your bucket Roland, carry the burden you have put upon yourself,\u201d his father said matter-of-factly. \u201cWe have to hurry, night will be upon us soon.\u201d<\/p>\n

The pair set out through the forest, trudging through the wet humus as the rain tapered off. They left the entangled mess of forest just as the sun was setting.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh! Praise the Lord, he has allowed us a reprieve of this rainfall!\u201d praised the father as he continued on his way through the fields towards the reassuring figure of Lord Dominic\u2019s castle. Roland gazed dreamily at the faraway strip of sky that was sandwiched between the land and the darkening clouds.<\/p>\n

The young peasant boy was suddenly pulled by his arm, spilling some of the water he had collected.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on boy<\/em>!\u201d urged his father, the word \u201cboy\u201d so full of disdain in his mouth.<\/p>\n

The father and son soon reached the castle\u2019s moat, the reason for their expeditions to and from the river throughout the day. Roland\u2019s father dumped the contents of his buckets into the moat and then looked at his son expectantly. The boy emptied his bucket, a short-lived splash followed compared to the torrent his father had thrown in.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened to the rest of the water you were carrying?\u201d asked Laurand, his father.<\/p>\n

\u201cI dropped some when you pulled me.\u201d<\/p>\n

At this, Laurand\u2019s eyes bulged with rage. \u201cWeakling! Disgrace! I swear you are still latched on to your mother\u2019s teat after all these years!\u201d he bellowed. He paced back and forth along the moat, continuing his list of insults before he suddenly slipped in a small landslide of mud weakened by the rain, and into the moat. Roland burst out laughing as his father sputtered and cursed. The guards overhead along the castle walls who had come to watch the commotion chuckled at the scene below. Roland\u2019s mother, Annette, came before long, with her newborn swaddled in cloth.<\/p>\n

\u201cRoland! Enough of this. Pull your father out immediately!\u201d she ordered.<\/p>\n

Roland looked down at the moat to see his father struggling to climb up the mud. Roland lay down near the moat and offered his arm to his father. Laurand dismissed his aid and eventually climbed back up, drenched and shivering. The plump mother scolded her son for his behaviour, promising that he\u2019d be sent to Father Brennant for \u201cdivine punishment\u201d.<\/p>\n

The sun had dipped out of sight as the parents and Roland arrived at their home, a sizeable shack at the foot of a hill near the castle. Roland followed, half-asleep, as he looked out towards the forest and then towards the plains around him. The hanging tree caught his eye, the corpse of a criminal was swinging in the breeze. Finally<\/em>, he thought, I was itching for some good practice<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The heat from inside the abode caught Roland off guard, only easing him more quickly into sleep. His siblings were around the fire, they were seven in total, the eldest, Francis, having seen 17 winters yet having found no damsel to marry yet. It would possibly stay that way due to his abhorrent looks, sporting the fiery hair of his mother alongside her innumerable freckles. Many of the children in the household took after their mother. As the second youngest, Roland was next to nothing, he was seven years of age and was unlucky enough not to have inherited his father\u2019s constitution.<\/p>\n

His family had close ties with Lord Dominic and his ancestors. Roland\u2019s grandsires had assisted in building the very castle Dominic and his family resided in now. Laurand\u2019s children were considered locally as the generation of \u201cmoat fillers\u201d having no special role now aside from farming, and if need be, war.<\/p>\n

Roland was disdainfully offered a bowl of broth. He finished it quickly as he passed the bowl back to his mother to serve it to the babe. Roland went to one of the three empty beds and curled up in one of the corners, welcoming with open arms the comfort of the cherubs of sleep.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

The young boy was startled from his sleep later in the night. His family was still awake as they exchanged stories of today\u2019s activities and played boisterously, however it wasn\u2019t that that had lifted him out of his slumber. He noticed a knocking at the door just as his father got up to open it.<\/p>\n

A young servant of the Lord stood proudly behind the door. \u201cLord Dominic requests that you and your family be present for today\u2019s feasts in celebration of the completion of his lordship\u2019s castle.\u201d<\/p>\n

Laurand suddenly grovelled in a mess of \u201cthank yous\u201d and \u201ccertainlys\u201d as he ordered his family to quickly dress in their best wears. \u201cOur dear Lord Dominic has requested our<\/em> presence!\u201d repeated Laurand in a haze of excitement and haughtiness.<\/p>\n

Roland, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than a good rest. He was eventually forced out of bed by his mother who would be sure to send him to Father Brennant tonight. Roland had to hold back his mocking laughter. Father Brennant was a compassionate and soft-spoken priest, he never laid a hand on Roland or any other troublesome child unlike his counterparts. The clergyman was always open to a peaceful discussion and resolution, arguing that \u201cpain must be felt only by the wicked in Hell, but luckily enough, it is my duty that no one falls in the hands of the Devil.\u201d<\/p>\n

Now that Roland thought about it, he considered the gentle priest more as a father than he did Laurand.<\/p>\n

The castle\u2019s drawbridge was lowered and bathed in a welcoming glow of flame. The guards and knights entering and leaving the grounds were particularly well-dressed, however some were already under the influence of drink and roared salacious songs in unison:<\/p>\n

Merriment be here,<\/em>
\nMerriment be had,<\/em>
\nO behold the wanton mistress.<\/em>
\nHow glad she be here, duchess!<\/em>
\nSing! Sing! <\/em>
\nFor the lights are low,<\/em>
\nAnd men are in tow<\/em>
\nSing! Sing!<\/em>
\nThe night glows,<\/em>
\nThe mistress goads,<\/em>
\nIn heat she is,<\/em>
\nAnd water we must bring.<\/em>
\nFor merriment be here,<\/em>
\nAnd merriment be had!<\/em><\/p>\n

Roland hummed to the notes as his family reached the inner walls. The boy looked towards the training grounds and then to the stables. Roland was already familiar with the inner workings of the castle, having spent quite some time with Lord Dominic\u2019s son, his cousins, companions and retainers. Roland was even invited to become Samuel\u2019s squire. Samuel was the eldest and only heir to the Lord\u2019s high seat. Roland\u2019s parents refused, and instead offered Francis to be Samuel\u2019s squire, Samuel politely declined but kept Roland by his side despite Laurand and Annette\u2019s objections. Roland was excited to see his friends once more.<\/p>\n

Before entering the grand hall, Roland was pulled aside by Annette. She directed him towards the chapel.<\/p>\n

\u201cTo Father Brennant, now!\u201d she said, shoving him as she followed close behind.<\/p>\n

The priest opened to Annette\u2019s furious knocking. He almost rolled his eyes when he saw her accompanied by her son.<\/p>\n

Father Brennant and the mother exchanged the common formalities, he blessed Annette and Roland and promised to give a stern punishment to the little rascal.<\/p>\n

Once Annette left for the feast, the clergyman closed the door and sighed. \u201cRoland, I cannot protect you like this all the time. Your mother may consult my spiritual brothers and they will surely make you fear the wrath of God.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Father, my parents\u2026\u201d Young Roland couldn\u2019t find any good argument.<\/p>\n

The priest kneeled down and gently squeezed the boy\u2019s shoulder, \u201cI know\u2026 They are not easy to deal with.\u201d Father Brennant examined Roland. \u201cI believe you have great potential Roland. God has gifted you with cunning and handsomeness far surpassing that of the rest of your family. I think you\u2019d make a suitable advisor for Lord Dominic\u2019s heir.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland was taken aback. \u201cF-Father\u2026 I truly do not believe to be worthy enough for such a place of honour. I do not know anything except how to listen to my parents.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow to listen, yes, but not only. You learn quickly, and that is far more valuable than any other skill.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do we do then?\u201d asked Roland, feeling hopeful.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will teach you in the ways of letters and arithmetic, my son. I shall show you the wonders of lyrics and music, you will learn so much more than anyone in your family could hope to attain in a lifetime\u2026\u201d Father Brennant\u2019s deep blue eyes were ablaze with passion and excitement.<\/p>\n

And so, a deal was struck between the two.<\/p>\n

Roland entered the hall practically unnoticed. Everyone was either focused on gorging themselves with food or watching the troop of performers juggling and jesting.<\/p>\n

Out of the corner of his eye, Samuel noticed Roland and quickly gestured to him to sit beside him. The peasant boy in his ragged clothes excitedly joined him. He noticed a fair and young girl beside Samuel.<\/p>\n

\u201cRoland, it is so good to see you, friend. I must introduce you to my betrothed, Helena.\u201d Samuel gently held her hand and looked into her eyes dreamily. A look that Roland had never seen before. The peasant simply stared at this young lady, confused. She smiled softly, the blush on her cheeks was irresistible to any boy. She was comely beyond any measure.<\/p>\n

Roland leaned towards Samuel\u2019s ear and whispered naively, \u201cIs she your new servant?\u201d<\/p>\n

Samuel gave a hearty chuckle. \u201cOh you poor soul. No, dear Roland, she is my wife-to-be for when I reach my 14th<\/sup> Winter, the day I become a man!\u201d He puffed his chest proudly like a swan, Helena swooned at that and found comfort against his arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you save her from a dragon so you could marry her?\u201d Roland inquired excitedly, leaning close towards the couple as he began eating some bread from the feast.<\/p>\n

The young couple looked at each other and giggled. \u201cI suppose you could say that,\u201d replied Samuel.<\/p>\n

\u201cI see that your cherished companion has finally arrived,\u201d said a deep voice from behind Roland, a large hand firmly placed on his shoulder.<\/p>\n

Roland quickly jumped out of his seat and clumsily knelt down before Lord Dominic.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh please child, no need for formalities. If anything,\u201d he lifted Roland back up to his feet and knelt down before him, \u201cI should be the one kneeling. I cannot thank you enough for the aid you have offered in completing my castle.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland stammered in embarrassment and modesty. \u201cI simply filled the moat milord\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Lord Dominic looked up in his eyes and gave a warm, paternal smile. \u201cBoy, you must learn that one\u2019s deeds do not stop at the individual, but flows through their family\u2019s legacy.\u201d Dominic stood up and ruffled Roland\u2019s hair before returning to the high seat of the feast.<\/p>\n

Chapter 2<\/h6>\n

The rest of the night, Roland chewed on his bread, chicken and thoughts. So much had happened tonight and he was slowly losing touch with the world around him. Samuel and Helena had retired from the feast earlier on, complaining about the noise. Lord Dominic and the few companions who had not succumbed to the mead watched the troop\u2019s final performance: a mellow recitation of Tristan and Iseult. Outside, Laurand wrestled with the men he had helped build Dominic\u2019s castle. The feast was truly at an end, but for Roland, it felt as if he was on the cusp of a new beginning. Of what, he had no clue yet, but he was anxious and impatient to see it unfold.<\/p>\n

Soon after his family left the hall, Roland got out of his seat. He was feeling particularly restless now.<\/p>\n

Outside, the castle grounds were completely silent aside from the occasional puff or neigh from the stables or the marching boots of guards patrolling overhead. Roland looked carefully around him, the only sources of light coming from the hall or the tower of residence. The peasant quickly and deftly snuck to the training circle towards the weapon rack. The rack only held wooden swords. Any other weapon, be it blunt or sharp, was stowed away at the smithy or was in the sheaths of guards and knights.<\/p>\n

Roland snagged one of the wooden sticks. He made off into the night like a thief. This was a regular occupation for Roland, for he would often borrow one of the wooden swords and return it by dawn, if the drawbridge was still down of course. The guards who noticed the missing sword often ignored it, even more so when they realized the child always returned it.<\/p>\n

He had begun this regular \u201ctraining\u201d two years ago when he was first introduced to Samuel. Roland was not allowed to participate in any of the fighting or exercises. He was unfit to wield the training sticks and his blood was considered too \u201cmuddy\u201d to allow him to become a knight. He had started off simply by using tree branches more suitable to his size. He replicated as best he could the drills and stances that he observed. He often created situations and developed \u201cnew techniques\u201d; and when the opportunity allowed it, he would practice against the rotting corpses of hung criminals or nearby bushes and trees.<\/p>\n

Roland ran across the fields, whacking the tall grass along his way as he dashed towards the hanging tree, the rain falling once more in the moonlight, streaks of molten silver refreshing the adventurous boy\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

\u201cEn garde!\u201d he said under his breath as he began beating the dead man. He was up against a giant; no, a titan! This would be his great deed for his Lord\u2019s favour and for God above. In his excitement he combined all the movements, attacks and counters, he had learnt by heart.<\/p>\n

Thunder stroke suddenly and God\u2019s wrath seemed to course through Roland\u2019s hand and arm.<\/p>\n

Another wooden stick had connected with Roland\u2019s.<\/p>\n

In the scarce moonlight and rain, the child was unable to make out who this living giant was. The silhouette struck fast and hard. Roland simply let his instincts go and did his best to block out and deflect this ambush in the rain.<\/p>\n

Roland was unable to find a window of opportunity.<\/p>\n

In despair he feinted and twirled in retreat, reaching for some mud and hurling it at his adversary.<\/p>\n

The mud splattered on the shadow\u2019s face, causing him to cry out in surprise. He reeled back as Roland regained hope and advanced, sword poised to attack.<\/p>\n

Roland roared fiercely as he swung.<\/p>\n

The thunderclap of wood on wood and the subsequent shock to Roland\u2019s arms shattered all his hopes. The titan\u2019s eyes \u2013 or eye for that matter, because his other eye seemed covered or non-existent \u2013 flared white with rage, he had blocked Roland\u2019s attempt with ease.<\/p>\n

Both stared at each other, Roland panted, his shoulders heaving and his joints aflame in pain.<\/p>\n

\u201cSloppy. Weak. Undisciplined,\u201d said the cyclops.<\/p>\n

Roland immediately recognized that voice and trembled, mouth agape in awe.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2026 Extremely passionate. So much potential, so much talent. Tell me, Roland, how long have you been practicing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cT-two years master-at-arms\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, call me Stone tonight. You have earned it. None of your noble companions has offered me such an enjoyable challenge, and you\u2019re half their age for Christ\u2019s sake!\u201d The master-at-arms knelt down chuckling, wiping his muddy face. A bandage concealed his left eye damaged from his exploits during the Crusades. \u201cExcellent counter with the mud, but that pansy twirl would\u2019ve gotten you killed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you going to punish me, sir?\u201d Roland asked timidly.<\/p>\n

\u201cPunish you? Pah!\u201d Stone spat on the grass. \u201cI wish to invite you to some private training sessions.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland remained mute.<\/p>\n

\u201cSay\u2026 Over here at the hanging tree, every two nights?\u201d proposed master-at-arms Stone.<\/p>\n

The boy nodded exuberantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cVery well. I will have to ask you though to return the sword to me now\u2026\u201d He offered his empty hand. Roland handed the sword, glad to return the blessed burden.<\/p>\n

Stone stood back up and walked nonchalantly back to the castle. Tapping the swaying corpse on the way. \u201cYou\u2019ve instructed him well, but now it\u2019s my<\/em> turn!\u201d he cackled heartily.<\/p>\n

The peasant stood in the rain a moment, letting this new event soak in.<\/p>\n

Chapter 3<\/h6>\n

Roland wished his luck had not thrust him into the heart of chivalry. He was happier as a peasant. Dead miserable, yes, but at least he didn\u2019t have as many responsibilities as an aspiring knight.<\/p>\n

Five years had passed since he took up Father Brennant and Stone\u2019s offers of education in the arts of the mind and war. Five years of excitement and doubt, ecstasy and hopelessness. Roland was particularly brilliant during Father Brennant\u2019s lessons, showing an affinity for the Bible and music. However, the combat training was another story entirely. That first fight in the rain against the master-at-arms was only a fraction of what Stone could inflict. Once the lessons began, Stone didn\u2019t hold back. Cuts and bruises became an integral part of Roland\u2019s body. His body ached all the time and sleep was welcome more than ever when it came. The boy had attempted to skip some nocturnal lessons by sleeping through the intended meeting, only to be doubly punished and drilled the next lesson. Roland was often reminded that if he didn\u2019t comply, his lessons would end and he would return to his deplorable peasant life. That was perhaps one of the only things that got him out of bed in the middle of the night to get hurt.<\/p>\n

He wouldn\u2019t return to that state at all costs.<\/p>\n

Throughout the years, Roland learnt many a useful skill. He learnt the ways of gallantry and chivalry; of love and hate, healing and hurting.<\/p>\n

Eventually all this secrecy around his unlawful instruction had been torn away. Uproar had ensued. Lord Dominic\u2019s conservative and traditional advisors argued that knights were meant to be pure bloods. Others, mainly Stone and Brennant, maintained that any talented individual should be given an equal opportunity if that talent is of use to the ruling Lord. Dominic pondered and deliberated, the lessons continued, although now frowned upon.<\/p>\n

That is, until Roland appeared before the Lord with an offer.<\/p>\n

\u201cMilord. Rulers come and got and lords of great land and power such as you must be preserved in order to continue thy legacy. One such way to preserve your bloodline are your trusted swords, knights ever loyal and prepared to perish for you. My cherished friend and your heir, Samuel, will take up your place as Lord eventually, and though he is more than worthy and able, he will<\/em> need guardians.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland spoke with such eloquence and reason for a peasant, Lord Dominic\u2019s court and advisors gawked at him. The young lad noticed Samuel slowly nodding in assent and the hint of a smile on Dominic\u2019s face, but whether it was of contempt or respect, Roland was unsure.<\/p>\n

Vaurier, one of the advisors and guardians of Lord Dominic spoke up. \u201cSamuel has no need of more protectors, he already has us!\u201d<\/p>\n

The other advisors acquiesced.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe will have need of new champions when your lot will be either dead or too senile to defend milord\u2019s only son,\u201d retorted Roland, some of his old commoner mannerisms and accent returning.<\/p>\n

The court exploded in upheaval against Roland, demanding that he be sent away immediately. The peasant stood his ground as guards approached cautiously, looking towards Dominic for his approval. Roland maintained dignified eye contact with the lord.<\/p>\n

Lord Dominic waved them away.<\/p>\n

\u201cEnough!\u201d boomed Samuel, his voice cascading in the hall. Everyone turned towards him, even Helena was shocked. \u201cWhat do you propose instead dear Roland?\u201d he inquired.<\/p>\n

A mischievous grin grew on Roland\u2019s face. \u201cA tournament.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chapter 4<\/h6>\n

\u201cAre you mad Roland?\u201d Stone asked furiously. \u201cGoing to Lord Dominic on your own without me or that priest to aid you?\u201d He puffed and paced in his quarters. \u201cAnd to think you\u2019ve proposed a tournament. You better put on a good show, make this bloody investment in you worth it\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe I handled it quite well Stone.\u201d Roland stood proudly. \u201cIf anything, I could win the heart of the people.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t even know how to ride a horse! How do you expect to survive the jousts?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t, that is why I shall redeem myself during the duels.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stone groaned in despair, holding his head in his hands. A moment passed before he got up quickly. \u201cSo be it. Grab your things, I\u2019ll teach you at least how to stay on your damned mount.\u201d<\/p>\n

The stable boys jumped and got out of Stone\u2019s way when he came thumping in, followed by an eager Roland.<\/p>\n

\u201cCharlemagne and Dustfang, now!\u201d ordered Stone.<\/p>\n

Soon, two horses were lead, saddled and ready. One was a proud and blonde stallion, tall and majestic; the other was quite the opposite, an aging and pale mare with a cataract on one eye.<\/p>\n

\u201cTake your pick, boy,\u201d said Stone.<\/p>\n

Roland immediately approached the white horse, Charlemagne.<\/p>\n

Roland received a blunt blow to the back of his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cLooks do not tell you everything about a horse,\u201d growled Stone. \u201cCharlemagne is quite a sight but he is just as undisciplined as you are. The moment you try to mount him, he will bolt whether you are ready or not.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stone gently turned Roland to Dustfang, \u201cThis horse however\u2026 Old she may be, but she still gallops like the devil\u2026!\u201d said Stone in wonder.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s blind! How will she be of use to me?\u201d demanded Roland, bewildered.<\/p>\n

The master-at-arms looked down and held Roland by both his shoulders. \u201cEven blind men can run straight ahead if they so wished, boy.\u201d<\/p>\n

The following days, in preparation of the tourney, Roland studied the basics of horse riding. He had quickly grown fond of Dustfang and her shortcomings.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho named her that?\u201d Roland asked Stone at some point.<\/p>\n

\u201cI did. She was my mount during one of our raids against the Saracens. I had found her a year before and had nursed her as best I could. She was already blind in one eye, so I never mounted her. In preparation for a raid we needed as much cavalry as possible and I was stuck with the blind mare.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, why did you call her that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe fell behind during the assault and we spent the rest of the battle chewing on sand and dust, but when we finally reached the enemy, I felt as if I had become Death incarnate, horseman of the Apocalypse!\u201d<\/p>\n

During those few days of intense training, Roland had joined the daily combat training among the noblemen and aspiring knights, making friends and enemies alike. He had resorted to sleeping in Father Brennant\u2019s quarters and avoiding his family as much as possible. The gentle priest had explained the situation, to his parents\u2019 dismay. They had once again tried to bargain in order to have their elder and preferred sons replace Roland in a failed attempt at social ascension. Strangely enough, they had declared that they would disown Roland if he somehow won the tourney, stating that \u201cHe is Satan, bending everyone to his will with his silver tongue.\u201d<\/p>\n

On the day of the tourney, great festivities were held, almost as important as that of Samuel and Helena\u2019s marital union. The idea of forming a future corps of protectors for the heir was already being taken into consideration as a viable option for generations to come.<\/p>\n

Roland, restless the entire night, decided to pray with Father Brennant. They had even spent some time reading old riddles the priest had copied during his scholarship in various monasteries in the regions of the langue d\u2019o\u00efl<\/em>. The pair had even climbed up the castle\u2019s walls to watch the sunrise, Father Brennant blessed Roland with the protection of God and his angels.<\/p>\n

A great feast had been held at noon, during which Roland scarcely ate due to anxiety and adrenaline. Roland was soon asked by Stone to get prepared in his tourney gear.<\/p>\n

He was fitted with slightly oversized jousting armour in which he was hardly able to move. He hated this feeling. He felt trapped and helpless. He was always used to fighting on the ground where the only metal he wore was a chainmail and an open helm. The two slits for this helmet\u2019s eyes caused Roland to panic quietly before getting a hold of himself.<\/p>\n

Dustfang was ready, docilely taking on the new burden of Roland in his metal coffin.<\/p>\n

As the Lord\u2019s family and retainers left the hall, the tournament\u2019s parade began. A clamour of lutes, flutes and singing voices. Horses neighed and walked all carrying their proud iron chess pieces.<\/p>\n

The tourney was to be held outside the castle walls, where the colourful scaffolding and jousting barrier stood proudly on this hot summer day.<\/p>\n

Roland had seen his fair share of tourney\u2019s already, but to think he would participate in one\u2026! He crossed himself as the trumpets signalled the beginning of the competition.<\/p>\n

Horses galloped, lances splintered and men screamed in victory or defeat.<\/p>\n

Roland was soon called to the post for his first joust. He kicked Dustfang\u2019s sides gently, urging her to move.<\/p>\n

Roland was face to face with a tall and handsome nobleman who had just received the favour of a young damsel, a strip of cloth tied to his bicep. Being the youngest participant of the tournament, Roland knew he couldn\u2019t rely on his strength to win.<\/p>\n

A squire approached Roland with his blue and white lance and unadorned shield.<\/p>\n

Roland had some trouble holding the lance in a stable position. He held the shield close to him.<\/p>\n

The master-at-arms approached him quickly \u201cJust don\u2019t get yourself killed kid.\u201d<\/p>\n

Great<\/em>, thought Roland, some uplifting words of encouragement<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The trumpets sounded and Dustfang bolted, almost throwing her rider off. Roland\u2019s lance was all over the place, and only a few seconds separated him and his opponent.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

The boy came to amidst the sounds of cheers and music. Stone was over him, pulling Roland\u2019s helmet off. The child winced when Father Brennant tried cleaning the wound on his forehead. Roland was still dazed, he was on his horse a few moments ago, and now he was on the ground, paralyzed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe really did a number on you, fellow,\u201d said Stone. \u201cListen, you can drop this tourney now, I\u2019ll continue to train you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland suddenly roared getting up. He snarled, not wanting to give up. He heard some men and children guffawing up on the stands. He spit out a blob of blood from his mouth as he looked around for Dustfang, putting his helm back on.<\/p>\n

He mounted her, his body burning in a white heat of pain and rage. The trumpets sounded, Roland tossed the lance away and replaced it with his shield. Dustfang galloped in a war frenzy. This time, Roland was focused only on his adversary. As the two horses approached, Roland swiftly deflected the enemy\u2019s lance and smashed his shield against his opponent\u2019s helmet. His adversary went limp, his body flopping on the horse.<\/p>\n

There followed a great gasp from the crowd. Stable boys and squires approached the limp horseman who soon awoke. The crowd cheered in admiration for Roland with some booing from Lord Dominic\u2019s advisors and personal guards. The young boy raised his fist in triumph.<\/p>\n

The tournament continued in earnest. Roland lost many matches of the joust but he managed to redeem himself brilliantly during the melees, showing the true skills of a leader in teamplay and exceptional abilities in the battlefield. He had gained the admiration from the other boys who were participating in the tournament.<\/p>\n

As the sun began to set and the braziers were set up and lighted for the evening feast, Samuel gave a lively pat against Roland\u2019s back.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot bad for the son of a farmer!\u201d Samuel praised, leaning into Roland\u2019s ear. \u201cI\u2019ll be sure to put in a good word for when they will choose my guardians.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2018They\u2019? I thought this choice was up to you.\u201d Roland was getting nervous, Lord Dominic\u2019s advisors weren\u2019t exactly thrilled with his outstanding performance.<\/p>\n

Trumpets sounded and everyone fell silent. Lord Dominic rose from his seat.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is with great joy that I witness your sons prove their worth in an effort to protect my cherished boy, Samuel. The time has come to feast, but first and foremost, we have come to a decision regarding five men in this tourney who will become my son\u2019s protectors!\u201d Lord Dominic raised his arms as the people cheered and whistled.<\/p>\n

Dominic called the names of the boys who had best performed in the tournament, Roland was not among them.<\/p>\n

\u201cThese men will be knighted for their valour!\u201d cried out Dominic, followed by cheers. Roland sulked and listened quietly. \u201cHowever! As a young man reminded me a few days ago, the people of a land need a ruler in order to protect them and to continue one\u2019s bloodline. So it is with an immense honour that I name Roland as champion and head of Samuel\u2019s personal guard!\u201d<\/p>\n

More cheers boomed as people around Roland congratulated him. The festivities began and Roland crossed himself in gratitude.<\/p>\n

\u201cSTOP!\u201d A violent and enraged yell caused everyone to pause, looking towards one of Lord Dominic\u2019s advisors. \u201cI will not allow a peasant to head my son or protect my fair Lord\u2019s son!\u201d He brandished his sword. \u201cRoland! I challenge you to a duel. Accept if you cling on to any semblance of honour you\u2019ve only attained today!\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland gulped and swallowed his apprehension as he approached the man who was two heads taller than him. \u201cI accept.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lord Dominic tried to interpose himself between Roland and his advisor. \u201cNathaniel, I demand that you use a blunt training sword if you are to duel with the child. You are not to kill him! I will not abide by infanticide<\/em>!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPah! If he believes he is so prepared for war, let us test him then!\u201d<\/p>\n

Space was given for the duellists.<\/p>\n

\u201cI require a weapon,\u201d ordered Roland. A squire approached him with a blunt metal sword.<\/p>\n

Nathaniel\u2019s squire soon arrived with full battle armour. Roland kept to his supple leather armour and chainmail.<\/p>\n

From out of the crowd, Helena ran to Roland. \u201cDear Roland, I offer you this favour in a show of support and gratitude. I pray that you win this duel and that the Lord above offers you a prosperous life. It would be an honour to have you protect my husband and I.\u201d She tied a ribbon on Roland\u2019s left arm. The young knight acquiesced solemnly.<\/p>\n

Once Nathaniel was equipped, he smacked his sharpened and deadly sword against his shield, taunting Roland.<\/p>\n

The two circled each other, assessing their opponent.<\/p>\n

Nathaniel was the first to strike, he was quick for a man in armour, but not as quick as the brave Roland.<\/p>\n

Roland could see Nathaniel\u2019s attacks coming from a mile away. He began to tease the knight, gaining confidence as he swung his sword against the armour. He knew he needed to find an alternative to hurt Nathaniel, for the blunt sword was useless.<\/p>\n

Nathaniel suddenly rushed towards Roland like a bull, charging and slamming his shield against Roland\u2019s chest, downing him to the floor. Roland wheezed as all the air in his lungs escaped upon impact.<\/p>\n

Roland\u2019s opponent roared, preparing a downward swing with his sword. The boy knew he had to act now. He rolled, a flash of pain reaching his left forearm. He looked at his injured arm, blood was seeping through the cut in his leather gear. Helena\u2019s favour was cut. He dropped his shield.<\/p>\n

The young peasant dodged and deflected the monster\u2019s attacks as best he could, before he paused to look at his blunt sword\u2019s hilt.<\/p>\n

Roland flipped the sword, holding it with both hands by the blade. He grinned mischievously as he swung the sword like a club, slamming the hard and mace-like hilt against Nathaniel\u2019s sword arm.<\/p>\n

Lord Dominic\u2019s hot-blooded advisor yelped in pain. The knight was suddenly hit with an onslaught from the metal hilt, his armour beginning to dent as Roland let out all his rage. In a coup de gr\u00e2ce, Roland slammed the hilt against the inside of his opponent\u2019s knee, forcing him on his knees before the boy.<\/p>\n

Roland tore off the knight\u2019s helmet and eyed the bloody and bruised man furiously, \u201cLet it be known that today was the day you lost to a child. Now get out of my sight, you\u2019re not worth the kill.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chapter 5<\/h6>\n

That night, Roland was offered the seat of honour beside Lord Dominic himself. The young boy had truly taken his fate into his own hands, setting an example for everyone else.<\/p>\n

While he ate more than he ever would with his family in a whole week, Samuel brought his attention to the many women that had begun to take Roland into consideration as a potential suitor. Roland averted his eyes, saying, \u201cWomen are not part of the code of chivalry.\u201d<\/p>\n

The night carried on with no other disturbance, aside from the usual drunken brawl among a handful of knights or commoners.<\/p>\n

Roland returned to his family shack, only to be greeted by a nervous Francis.<\/p>\n

Roland approached him cautiously. \u201cBrother! It is so good to-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA-la-la-la-la!\u201d shrieked Francis, covering his ears.<\/p>\n

\u201cFrancis!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Devil speaks through you,\u201d said Francis, still shielding his ears. \u201cI won\u2019t let you in. Mother and Father don\u2019t want you in!\u201d<\/p>\n

The 13-year-old paced around angrily. He could not believe the backwardness of his superstitious family. He reasoned with himself and returned to the castle.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have lost my family. At least I have gained a life of my own.\u201d<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

On his 14th<\/sup> birthday, Roland was summoned to Lord Dominic\u2019s hall. There, a retinue of knights were lined up on either side and saluted as Roland passed. Samuel, accompanied by the master-at-arms, awaited Roland.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs promised during that great tourney of champions, I summon you here as you become a man to also take on the responsibilities of a knight. Kneel down dear Roland,\u201d said Samuel solemnly.<\/p>\n

Roland promptly obeyed and bowed his head.<\/p>\n

A holy silence surrounded them as Samuel unsheathed his sword and knighted Roland.<\/p>\n

\u201cFrom now on, you shall be known as Sir Roland. Rise, Sir Roland,\u201d said Samuel, placing his hand on Roland\u2019s shoulder. \u201cYou knelt a man. You rise as a knight, but more importantly, you rise as my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n

Father Brennant entered the hall with a rather unceremonious bucket of holy water. He blessed each knight with a splash of water.<\/p>\n

Once he reached Roland, everyone knelt down in respect, so did the newly dubbed knight.<\/p>\n

Brennant flicked water on Roland and began his prayer. \u201cWe thank thee Lord for having bestowed upon us a man of great worth among us. We dub him a worldly knight, but with thy grace I dub him a spiritual warrior who shall henceforth strictly follow his brethren\u2019s code of chivalry. May he protect the young, the sick and the women, those who cannot defend themselves. May he show example through piety and chastity. And may he crush his lord\u2019s enemies for the protection of his lord\u2019s land and for God\u2019s ideals.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAmen,\u201d concluded everyone.<\/p>\n

Father Brennant walked out of the hall as quietly as he came. Stone kept a close eye on him until he was out of sight.<\/p>\n

\u201cExample through piety and chastity\u2026 Ha!\u201d Stone smirked. \u201cDon\u2019t listen to that old man. The only thing that matters is that you protect your honour.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut doesn\u2019t that mean being a model of chastity and of our love for God?\u201d asked Roland, perplexed.<\/p>\n

Roland was met with a round of good-hearted laughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, kid\u2026 Once you find the love between a woman\u2019s legs, God will never be able to compete,\u201d said Stone, his new cynical and crude tone confusing Roland a little. Roland began to blush a bright red.<\/p>\n

His fellow knights snickered. \u201cDon\u2019t be such a prude Roland,\u201d said Stone. \u201cIf it makes you feel any better, we\u2019ll all go whoring tonight, isn\u2019t that right men?\u201d<\/p>\n

Everyone cheered in agreement while Roland stormed out, horrified by the brotherhood he had been welcomed into.<\/p>\n

The next morning, Roland woke up in bed to find a pristine surcoat on the floor and a note.<\/p>\n

Leave the whoring to the senile veterans, find yourself a young lass to settle down with, if you can. I knew you could make it.<\/em><\/p>\n

Your mentor and friend,<\/em><\/p>\n

Stone<\/em><\/p>\n

Roland picked up the surcoat excitedly and examined the heraldry of the house of Tolin, a diagonal division from the top left to the bottom right. The right side showed a black leopard, on the bottom left a wonderful golden fleur-de-lis.<\/p>\n

Chapter 6<\/h6>\n

Roland could only hear the heavy rain hammering against his helm and the wails of women. His eyes were closed as he pronounced a silent prayer. He quickly opened his eyes as they darted around the crowd and then to his friend and now Lord of the land, Samuel.<\/p>\n

Samuel laid his hand on his late father\u2019s ashen face. He maintained his composure, but Roland could see the grief behind his eyes.<\/p>\n

Lord Dominic Tolin had died of a flux of the lungs. He had suffered for the past few weeks, battling with his own body. In his last hours, he had valiantly got up from his deathbed in order to duel against the Grim Reaper. His delirium was in vain, for after the first swing of his sword, he fell into a fit of hacking coughs.<\/p>\n

Samuel had spent most of his days avoiding his duties as stand-in for Lord Dominic. He stayed close to his father, demanding that Roland alone should guard the room.<\/p>\n

Father Brennant, still alive and well at the age of 76, began the funeral prayer.<\/p>\n

Roland glanced at Helena and her three children: Michael, Estelle and Dominic. She had fulfilled her role as wife and more. In these dark times, she had taken over on behalf of her husband and had showed impeccable strength and resilience. Although, personally, Roland was hoping that Samuel would take back the reins before his wife ran their people to the ground.<\/p>\n

It was spring and the grass regained its emerald hue in the rain. The procession began as squires and fellow knights carried the body of their late lord back to the castle to place him in the family crypt under the chapel.<\/p>\n

Samuel watched as the crowd followed, Roland stood by his side, concerned. \u201cSam\u2026 I\u2019m sorry for your loss.\u201d Roland adjusted his armour and winter cloak. \u201cI understand your pain, but-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnderstand? You? You never lost anyone!\u201d retaliated Samuel.<\/p>\n

Roland looked him in the eye, keeping his sangfroid. \u201cDon\u2019t forget, I lost my family the day I won that tournament.\u201d<\/p>\n

Samuel\u2019s nostrils flared before his shoulders relaxed and slumped. He looked at Roland sheepishly, the sad wisdom in his eyes completing his quasiregal composure. He wore a plain brown doublet, completed with his surcoat carrying his family\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cI apologise. I had completely forgotten about them. I always thought of you as a brother, I never would\u2019ve thought you still carried feelings for them, what with their peculiar hatred for you.\u201d Samuel embraced Roland for a moment. \u201cCome brother, I have duties to fulfil and a land to protect and lead.\u201d<\/p>\n

They mounted their horses, Helena carried Estelle and Dominic on her horse while Michael was old enough to ride a pony.<\/p>\n

Back in the hall, Samuel convened his council to get right into matters, perhaps in an attempt to forget the events of the past few weeks.<\/p>\n

Like a shadow, Roland watched over the council as he kept an eye on Samuel.<\/p>\n

The hours passed and most of the affairs, ranging from heritage issues to finance and judicial cases were completed. A break for dinner was called for.<\/p>\n

A dagger was unsheathed quietly, but Roland\u2019s trained ear could hear the treachery approaching. He placed his hand on his hilt and quickly took a protective stance in front of Samuel.<\/p>\n

\u201cI suggest that whoever is cowardly preparing to attempt on someone\u2019s life, sheathe your knife,\u201d Roland growled like a guard dog.<\/p>\n

Everyone\u2019s eyes widened. Suddenly, Basel, one of Samuel\u2019s cousins and his tax advisor quickly stood up, bumbling with his dagger held high up.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is I! It is I!\u201d he repeated incessantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cSilence! Were you planning to kill your lord?\u201d Roland inquired.<\/p>\n

\u201cN-no sir\u2026 I was simply preparing for dinner\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m hungry, sir.\u201d Basel was on the verge of tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease leave him alone Roland. He didn\u2019t mean any harm.\u201d Samuel calmly pulled Roland away. \u201cIt\u2019s been a long day for us all\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Once they had dined on a roast piglet, accompanied by some rice from Camargue, the council got back into business, namely war and defence.<\/p>\n

The war advisor stood up to give his report. \u201cWith the last campaign in Jerusalem there has been a decrease in hostilities among French lords, crimes have also seemingly lowered with the initiative from the Vatican to send criminals on military exile. However, now that troops are returning, I am afraid we may see animosity amongst the nobles once more\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPray tell, have you any proof to sustain these claims?\u201d Samuel leaned forward, taking a concerned and worried approach.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy lord, I have received news from our friends in Aquitaine. There are reports that the southern regions are amassing an army,\u201d stated the advisor.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it possible that they have simply mistaken the returning crusaders for this army ?\u201d asked Samuel.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy lord, they are hiring mercenaries from the Tuscans.\u201d<\/p>\n

Everyone fell silent. The Tuscans were formidable, to have them in one\u2019s army would almost surely mean a guaranteed victory, provided one could pay enough for them.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to do something about this,\u201d the lord said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI suggest we prepare defences as soon as possible, and request our vassals and allies to prepare as well,\u201d said the war councillor.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat if we informed the king?\u201d Samuel\u2019s face was creased with concern.<\/p>\n

\u201cI would advise you not to, my lord. We do not know if the southerners have any sort of blessing from the king. Alternatively, we could send a spy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are the risks?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere will be no risks if he doesn\u2019t talk or betray us\u2026\u201d the councillor glanced at Roland.<\/p>\n

Samuel noticed. \u201cNo, he is the captain of my guards. I will choose a knight myself to journey to Aquitaine, observe and report the happenings of the South.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that, the council ended.<\/p>\n

Chapter 7<\/h6>\n

The knight that was sent to the South never returned.<\/p>\n

Months had passed, the knight sent regular reports of his journey and progress until the letters stopped coming.<\/p>\n

Winter was in full swing when an emergency war council was convened.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe cannot afford to let our guard down. In all likelihood their armies have been prepared and they are all waiting for the thawing of the snow to begin their campaign,\u201d announced Samuel.<\/p>\n

Roland stepped forward. \u201cMy lord, I believe it is time I take this responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n

Samuel was about to object but Roland continued, \u201cThis idleness will not help me in the long term as captain of your guards, and we both agree I am most suited for this affair.\u201d<\/p>\n

Samuel couldn\u2019t help but agree. He grabbed Roland\u2019s arm and looked him right in the eye. \u201cPromise me you\u2019ll return.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland bowed. \u201cOnly the Lord above shall decide, but I\u2019ll be sure to choose a trusted replacement as captain.\u201d<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

The following day, plans were established and a cover story was set up.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are to be an erring knight on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem, accompanied by a Franciscan friar,\u201d declared Samuel.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen shall I meet this friar?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe should arrive within a few days, he comes from a vassal within the Burgundy region. In order to deceive any passers-by you will receive a surcoat with the arms of the king, this will hold up with your story as a pilgrim and most people will not question your authority.\u201d<\/p>\n

A week passed. The snow was piling high within the castle, most of the squires spent their morning and afternoon clearing the grounds of snow. The stone walls were freezing in their grey-blue hue. They almost had to cut off the tip of Michael\u2019s tongue after he was challenged to place his tongue on the wall, freezing his tongue in place.<\/p>\n

Roland was given his blue surcoat, and was immediately disappointed when he saw the crooked and broken fleurs-de-lis all over his clothing. The Franciscan, who referred to himself as Brother Anthony, was a portly fellow in a brown robe and with a shaved head. He was extremely polite and became even more flustered once he met Roland.<\/p>\n

There was no ceremony. This was a military expedition that was to be kept secret. Roland did however visit Father Brennant in his chapel.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh Roland, it is nice to see you. Do you wish to speak with God?\u201d Brennant asked politely.<\/p>\n

Roland knelt down in his heavy cloak, leather armour and blue surcoat. \u201cYes, but I have something to tell you as well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStand up, my son, tell me what troubles you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland did his best to hide the tears that were building up inside him, numbing his limbs. \u201cFather\u2026 I will be leaving today for the South, and perhaps even Jerusalem if it is demanded of me.\u201d<\/p>\n

The priest looked at him carefully. \u201cJerusalem, eh? Is this purely a religious objective or are you to commit atrocities like those criminals who proclaim their efforts \u2018in the name of God\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do not know yet Father. All I know is that the path before me will be long and arduous.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I suppose I won\u2019t be seeing you within the year?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr maybe never again\u2026\u201d Roland croaked as tears ran down his cheeks.<\/p>\n

Gentle hands lifted him up, Brennant\u2019s warm eyes soothing Roland\u2019s troubled soul. \u201cYou needn\u2019t worry. Our Lord and Saviour does not abandon those he loves, neither does he separate those he cherishes. We will meet again. Now go, dear Roland. It is high time you see the world and all the wonders God has bestowed on his land.\u201d<\/p>\n

With a final embrace, Roland said goodbye to his spiritual father and left the chapel heading straight to the stables. Brother Anthony followed close behind, muttering prayers and blessings.<\/p>\n

\u201cSave those holy words for when we will truly have need of them,\u201d said Roland. He ordered the stable boys to grab his destrier, Jesus, a grey and imposing warhorse.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve named your horse<\/em> after the saviour?\u201d asked the friar with a sour look on his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cRoland turned back angrily on the friar. \u201cIs that a problem? Why may I not bestow such a holy name to such an innocent being\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

The friar turned red in embarrassment, he backed away a little. \u201cI-It\u2019s blasphemy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd why is that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a usurpation of the Lord\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen we are all usurpers,\u201d claimed Roland honestly.<\/p>\n

Brother Anthony gaped. \u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTake you for instance, usurping the name of Saint Anthony, and me, given the name of one of Charlemagne\u2019s most trusted paladins.\u201d Roland grinned as he revealed this to the young and fat monk.<\/p>\n

That should shut him up for the day\u2026<\/em> the knight thought.<\/p>\n

Once the grey destrier was prepared with extra saddlebags and layers of fur to keep him warm, the friar and knight mounted their respective horses and set out to the front gate.<\/p>\n

There, Samuel waited dutifully. \u201cI wish you the best of luck brother. Take discretion over bravery and report as often as you can,\u201d the lord informed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you, take care of your family and your subjects. Keep a watchful eye on everyone. I am sure my chosen replacement shall protect you just as well as I have. Farewell my lord!\u201d Roland ordered his horse into a light trot, followed by the friar.<\/p>\n

The pair rode down to the cosy village covered in snow that was juxtaposed to the castle. The land around them was silent, aside from the occasional gust of wind and the regular plodding of hooves on snow. The ground was white and twinkled as if the clouds had mixed the snow with diamonds. The mounds of snow reminded Roland of the sand dunes that Stone had so oft described.<\/p>\n

The knight sighed, crossing himself at the thought of the master-at-arms. He had perished soon after Roland was knighted. He was feverish to such an extent that his companions judged it necessary to bathe him in a cold river. He simply convulsed and his heart stopped from the shock. A bitter ending for a cynical man, but Roland was grateful to him, knowing he would never have been in this position had it not been for him.<\/p>\n

Roland and Brother Anthony entered the village, some peasants were out either collecting snow for water or simply heading to the tavern to warm themselves. A child in one of the homes began to cheer, recognizing Roland. Roland often escorted Samuel when he travelled to neighbouring fiefs, there were often great parades prepared to welcome the lord as he visited the village.<\/p>\n

Passing the tavern, they saw all manners of debauchery inside. Drunken singing, whores of all shapes and sizes, a brawl in one corner.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you not going to do something about all this?\u201d asked Anthony nervously.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is not part of my mission. Besides, these minor sins keep the lord\u2019s subjects docile,\u201d said Roland coolly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI beg your pardon? No sin is minor in the eyes of God. I must preach the good word to these poor souls!\u201d Brother Anthony got off his horse and entered the tavern despite Roland\u2019s objections.<\/p>\n

The distressed friar entered the dingy tavern. He was taken aback by the acidic smell of cider and mead. He quickly walked to the tavern keeper.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou must let me speak to your patrons. They do not see the way of God!\u201d Brother Anthony implored desperately.<\/p>\n

The tavern keeper, a grizzled old man who often groped his younger cousins who were tavern wenches, burst into laughter when he heard the Franciscan. \u201cGive it your best, they only listen to God on Sundays, and even then they don\u2019t understand that damned magic language those priests speak.\u201d<\/p>\n

Brother Anthony went first to the buxom wantons. \u201cPlease hear me out fair women. You need not lead such a life. God may forgive you if you change your ways just as Mary Magdalene did. The convents nearby are always open even for the most abysmal of souls,\u201d he said in a zealous frenzy.<\/p>\n

The women began to ridicule him. \u201cI\u2019ve heard that the nuns there are trapped in those hellholes,\u201d said one of the prostitutes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI hear they participate in some quite lascivious activities\u2026\u201d interjected another one lustfully. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t mind joining them actually. What do you think ladies?\u201d<\/p>\n

They all acquiesced. \u201cHow about you give us a sermon on lust Father?\u201d they began to cling on to him, touching his crotch.<\/p>\n

He jumped and squealed like a pig as he bolted out of the tavern. He was met by Roland\u2019s laughter as he watched the Franciscan.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is no laughing matter Sir Roland! They are all heathens, they could surpass their worldly and carnal state but they wallow in their cesspit of sex and drink.\u201d The friar got on his horse, his face completely red as he rode off without Roland.<\/p>\n

Once the knight caught up with him he tried to reason with the pious monk. \u201cBrother Anthony, you must realize that they are of the race of Cain and that their church belongs in a tavern. The priest is a tavern keeper. Their stained glass, the colourful dresses of courtesans. Their communion is one of mead and bread. Their god, Lucifer himself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Brother Anthony wept at his sudden realization of the human condition. \u201cDear Lord, I have underestimated the power of the Devil.\u201d<\/p>\n

From Roland\u2019s hometown of Palteau, the pair rode South, following the river Yonne to Joigny, another village belonging to Samuel\u2019s domain. There they would rest and take a river boat down the Yonnne, as far as it could take them.<\/p>\n

The tavern here was less raucous than that of Palteau, but there was just as much sinning. The friar hopelessly crossed himself, constantly bobbing and bowing his head in an obscure religious dance.<\/p>\n

Roland approached the alewife, a young and comely blonde lady. However when she smiled, she revealed the black rot in her teeth. \u201cI will require a room with two beds,\u201d Roland asked politely, now trying to position himself away from her mouth as she spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019ll make uh\u2026 How much you\u2019ve gotch on ya?\u201d She eyed him curiously, taking note of his attire.<\/p>\n

\u201cEnough to pay but definitely not daft enough to be milked by you,\u201d he growled.<\/p>\n

She too knew the friar\u2019s dance as she began to bow and bob her head, muttering apologies. She showed them their room and Roland paid for the night and dinner.<\/p>\n

After changing into more suitable indoor clothing, the pair ate their frugal onion and mushroom soup in silence, aside from their prayer before eating of course.<\/p>\n

Roland dipped some stale bread inside the broth, a lone mushroom floating sadly among the equally sparse amount of onion.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not one to complain, but this is quite the change from Lord Samuel\u2019s court,\u201d said Roland matter-of-factly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis in fact is quite a diverse meal for me, compared to the monastery I was in,\u201d replied the monk. \u201cWell, aside from the water and bread, which was usually the only thing I ate there,\u201d he dug in hungrily.<\/p>\n

The knight watched him closely, amused.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d asked the friar once he finished his soup.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh nothing. I just find it quite droll that an abdominous fellow such as you could be that large on simple rations of bread and water. Not to mention all that walking you do with your brothers from house to house to ask for alms for the church.\u201d He smirked and lay down, turning away from the crimson and flustered friar who tried to defend his ways.<\/p>\n

Chapter 8<\/h6>\n

Roland woke up the following morning to find the friar frantically splashing holy water from his skin of water and babbling prayers.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat in God\u2019s name are you doing?\u201d Roland snapped.<\/p>\n

Brother Anthony jumped, spilling the rest of the contents in his skin almost everywhere. \u201cJ-just purifying this inn.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland groaned, regretting taking on this mission with a zealous Franciscan. He got up and changed in his light knight attire.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will be outside to breakfast on something a little more edible than yesterday\u2019s meal,\u201d Roland walked to the door before a desperate hand grabbed his shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cY-you\u2019re not telling me you\u2019re leaving me with those harlots and drunkards?\u201d asked the timorous Franciscan.<\/p>\n

\u201cAn old friend told me you might find God\u2019s love in between a woman\u2019s legs. I\u2019m starting to believe you need that comfort more than me.\u201d Roland left the conversation at that.<\/p>\n

The knight approached the innkeeper who was already preparing some meals.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning sir! Was the room to your liking?\u201d she asked, giving her black and pestilent grin.<\/p>\n

Roland tossed her a few silver coins. \u201cI\u2019m afraid my travelling companion has had quite the incident during the night and has not ceased to shed piss from his holy bladder all over the room.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh dear Lord, and I\u2019d thought them monks would show more self-control,\u201d she complained as she went upstairs.<\/p>\n

Roland waited until he heard the tavernkeeper and Brother Anthony arguing. He chuckled and went outside.<\/p>\n

He asked around for the local market and marched through the sludgy snow to find only a few fishmongers and a travelling merchant who was calling out to villagers to come look at his wares, \u201cFrom Jerusalem and back!\u201d<\/p>\n

The knight greeted one of the fishmongers. \u201cGreetings, has the Lord given you any luck in your catches recently?\u201d<\/p>\n

The fishmonger, a stout and short fellow with a bloody apron looked up to the knight unflinchingly. \u201cFish?\u201d he asked, seeming to only have one tooth left in his mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, yes. Do you have any large catches?\u201d Roland began to speak slower and mimed his words, worried that he couldn\u2019t make himself understood by the old man. Roland eyed the stand, noticing a large trout. \u201cHow about this one?\u201d he said pointing at it.<\/p>\n

The fishmonger grunted and opened his palm waiting for the coins to fall. \u201cFish,\u201d the simple fisherman uttered.<\/p>\n

Roland estimated the price and handed him a silver coin. The fishmonger gestured for more and Roland shot a fiery look at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is more than you get in a month, so take it or leave it,\u201d stated Roland.<\/p>\n

The fishmonger bit into the silver with his only tooth, upon making an indent he was satisfied. His jaw opened up but the tooth left the fishmonger\u2019s mouth as it was nestled in the silver coin. The fisherman gasped in shock. He cried in a mix of joy and sadness.<\/p>\n

Roland took the trout and walked away quickly as he approached the travelling merchant.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh! A fellow crusader I see,\u201d said the salesman once he saw Roland. \u201cDo you miss the flavours and spices of the Holy Land already?\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland smiled politely and showed his trout. \u201cI was wondering if there was anything you had that could enhance the flavour of this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell you\u2019ve come to the right place. I am the merchant of the sands, I possess so much more than those three wise kings that gifted our Lord and Saviour. I can sweeten your life or bring the most delicious fire to your tongue\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you, or do you not have something?\u201d asked Roland bluntly, losing his patience.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course!\u201d The merchant began to rummage through his cart. He pulled out a little pouch and some bright yellow fruit. Roland stared in amazement, reminded of Stone\u2019s stories of the Orient and the magic tricks of court jesters. The travelling merchant opened the pouch, showing a bright red and fragrant powder. \u201cThis is a wonderful mix of different peppers. Not too hot to the tongue but it can raise anything to empyreal heights of taste.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland breathed in the wonderful and novel smell, his body forgetting the bitter cold of the winter surrounding him. He stared at the fruit. \u201cAnd what might that be?\u201d<\/p>\n

The merchant grabbed a knife and cut into one of the golden fruits. \u201cThis is a lemon! I traded with some Sicilians for these. They\u2019re not quite good by themselves but on a fish like yours\u2026\u201d He almost began to drool at the thought of it.<\/p>\n

Roland took a slice, sniffing the citric aromas before giving it a bite. His mouth filled with acid and his face puckered up as he coughed heartily. He tossed the slice to the ground and took a moment to recover from his culinary experience.<\/p>\n

\u201cQuite the punch to the palate.\u201d He smacked his lips. \u201cBut an exquisite aftertaste. How much for both the pepper and lemons?\u201d<\/p>\n

After hearing the initial price, Roland scoffed. \u201cI am certainly not paying that much for a few ounces of powder and a fruit I could pick up in the South.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d began the merchant, \u201csince you are a knight I could lower the price by a few silvers.\u201d<\/p>\n

They began to haggle fiercely.<\/p>\n

\u201cA few silvers? You better lower it by a full gold coin at least.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you have any clue of the risks I put myself through to bring these produces here?\u201d<\/p>\n

The haggling was fierce and a growing group of villagers began to crowd around the opponents.<\/p>\n

\u201cBest \u2018aggle I\u2019ve seen in years,\u201d said one of the inhabitants in admiration.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2019Ow much was the first price?\u201d asked another villager to his neighbour, however no one knew \u2013 even the two hagglers had forgotten the original price \u2013 but the spectators were willing to watch until the end.<\/p>\n

Soon enough, bets were being placed. Cheers and cries of disappointment grew when the haggle seemed to slow down to a conclusion, before it started off once more. This happened thrice!<\/p>\n

\u201cTo be frank, this is far better than any execution I\u2019ve been forced to watch,\u201d commented a peasant, to the others\u2019 agreement.<\/p>\n

After what seemed like an hour, Roland and the oriental merchant shook hands in mutual resentment and the village shook with the whoops of the winners and the cries of the defeated.<\/p>\n

Roland walked away to join Brother Anthony who was angrily waiting for him.<\/p>\n

The crowd behind them began chanting for a new entertainment they had devised: \u201c\u2019Agglin\u2019 Tourney! \u2018Agglin\u2019 Tourney!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGot ourselves some breakfast!\u201d said Roland cheerfully. \u201cIt better be worth it,\u201d he muttered under his breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cBreakfast does not take one hour to get,\u201d the friar said with his arms crossed.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt does when fish is involved,\u201d he lifted the trout, \u201cand when I go to the Holy Land and back to bring these wonders.\u201d He showed the pouch of pepper and some of his lemons.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve already eaten during your price debate\u2026\u201d the friar seethed. \u201cAnd thank you for setting that alewife upon me with your talk of my \u2018incontinent bladder\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right\u2026 I apologize, let me make it up to you,\u201d offered Roland.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d asked the friar hopefully.<\/p>\n

\u201cSharing some of my trout.\u201d<\/p>\n

The friar exploded once more. \u201cWe\u2019re losing daylight! We should already be on a boat heading down to the South!\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland waited patiently for him to end, before speaking once more. \u201cYou\u2019re not telling me you enjoyed the tavernkeeper\u2019s watery broth, are you? I know a hungry man when I see one\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this another jab at my largeness?\u201d asked the monk, disgusted.<\/p>\n

\u201cI speak from many years of experience watching over my men,\u201d Roland said matter-of-factly. He began to walk with his fish towards a smithy.<\/p>\n

The large monk followed the knight and harrumphed. Roland asked the smith if he could borrow his fire in order to cook the knight\u2019s fish. The blacksmith was happy to oblige and provided a poker to spear the fish with. Roland pulled a dagger out and scored the trout and sprinkled some of the pepper mix over both sides.<\/p>\n

The crackling of the fire and the mumbling of the bearded smith filled the silence between Brother Anthony and Sir Roland for a while.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir Roland?\u201d peeped the Franciscan.<\/p>\n

The knight turned to him, his wonderful trout was a golden brown and nearly ready.<\/p>\n

\u201cMight I ask you to leave some of your trout for me?\u201d asked the friar innocently.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought you did not want to commit the sin of gluttony,\u201d said the knight, grinning triumphantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf anything, I\u2019m saving your life by tasting this fish and \u2013\u201d the friar gave a dubious whiff of the pepper \u201c\u2013 whatever that is, in order to absorb any potential poisons!\u201d He smiled in turn.<\/p>\n

Roland chuckled and slapped Brother Anthony good-naturedly on the back. \u201cVery well, you shall take half.\u201d The knight asked the smith for a tray or plate and soon the knight and monk were happily eating the trout.<\/p>\n

With full bellies and warm hearts, the pair set out with their mounts to the riverside looking for boats or fishermen. The river was slow-moving in the dead of winter, and most of the river boats or rafts were moored or beached along the bank.<\/p>\n

Roland stopped and watched the still scene, surveying the length of the river before it curved away out of his sight. He breathed in the chilly air and pulled his cloak tighter around him as snow began to gently float down once more.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are we to do now?\u201d asked Brother Anthony.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe wait. We wait until someone floats down the river or comes to unmoor one of their craft here,\u201d said the knight stoutly.<\/p>\n

\u201cCouldn\u2019t we just ask one of the fishermen?\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland shrugged, his horse shuddered from the cold. \u201cI\u2019d much rather bother someone who is willingly taking their boat upstream.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d<\/em> much rather get on with the day. So, if it please you, I shall look around for someone willing to ferry us South for a price. Then maybe we could sell our horses.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roland took hold of his senses once more and turned to face the friar furiously. \u201cAre you suggesting that I sell Jesus? Who do you take me for? Judas?\u201d he yelled.<\/p>\n

Terrified by the young knight\u2019s outburst, Anthony quickly rectified himself. \u201cSelling? What? My tongue must have slipped, I meant \u2018sail our horses\u2019,\u201d the friar chuckled nervously. \u201cBut if the boat topples over because of them it isn\u2019t my responsibility anymore\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The friar left, saying that he would be back soon with a skipper. So the Franciscan used his old habits as he went from door to door to beg for assistance in the name of God. However, instead of being met with generous donations, he was either ignored, denied or even spat on once.<\/p>\n

The poor friar returned to the riverbank in tears. Roland was nowhere to be seen, and this only helped to fuel the poor monk\u2019s distress.<\/p>\n

He looked up into the grey clouds, welcoming the cold drops of snow on his tear ridden face. \u201cO\u2019 Lord! Why hath you abandoned me so unjustly?\u201d He sniffled. \u201cI am alone and cold among these atheists, I cannot help but envy their ignorance and\u2013\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFish,\u201d a gruff monotone voice said.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that truly you my Lord? Hath you come to comfort my poor soul?\u201d the friar asked, his eyes sparkling as he searched the heavens for a sign.<\/p>\n

\u201cFish.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh\u2026 Doest thou speak of one of our Saviour\u2019s miracles? I shall recite that episode then\u2026\u201d the friar bowed his head down in prayer.<\/p>\n

\u201cFish!\u201d Someone began to violently tug on the Franciscan\u2019s robe.<\/p>\n

Brother Anthony looked down, shocked, as he stared at one of the fish merchants. The friar was about to cry out in despair once more when he was greeted by a topless Roland.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you done weeping? I\u2019m building us a raft,\u201d said the muscular knight who was holding an axe in his hand and some twine. During the friar\u2019s fruitless begging, Roland had paid the simple-minded, and now toothless, fisherman to help him modify the merchant\u2019s raft into a suitable size for Roland, Anthony and their horses, arguing that \u201cthe bigger your boat, the more fish you\u2019ll carry in it.\u201d<\/p>\n

After a much needed meal in the afternoon, the pair bid farewell to the small town of Joigny and took advantage of the slow river to pole themselves upstream.<\/p>\n

To be continued…<\/em><\/p>\n

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