“King Arthur! I come seeking a boon,”
“Speak, then.” Arthur vaguely wondered why he had to say this every single time a peasant came to him asking for a favor. He knew he was going to grant it, they knew he was going to grant it, but not until they told him what it was. Sir Kay, however, nudged him whenever he tried to take a short cut, like just nodding to them.
“A bandit came to our town, and has taken up abode there, eating our food stocks and killing anyone that does not continue farming for more food, often by burning them, as he calls himself the Red Dragon.”
This was different from the run of the mill bandits that Arthur had heard of. “If he is permanently based in your town, why doesn’t your local Baron take care of him?” That was usually what happened to bandits who stayed in one place too long, while Arthur’s knights tracked and killed the more elusive criminals.
“He tried, milord. His son is understandably hesitant to continue any attack upon him, for he is but a child.”
“Oh dear. Well, Lancelot just got back from a quest, so he’s tired, Gawain probably shouldn’t fight anyone else who’s based on a color, so… Percival!” Percival looked up from his breakfast.
“Yeah?”
“So you accept; wonderful. You can leave just after you finish your meal.” Percival blinked, then looked at his food. He then shrugged and started eating again.
“So that’s your town?” Percival asked. It was closer than he had thought, only being a few days journey.
“Yea, so it is, but not as much as there was when I left, for the outlaw does enjoy burning things.” Percival sighed, then started his horse down the trail, “What are you doing?” the peasant hissed.
“What?”
“You’re just going down there, without seeing him first?”
“Well yeah, what did thee expect me to do, shoot him with an arrow? That’d be unknightly.”
“So what’s to stop him from hitting thee, sir knight, with an arrow?” Percival stopped. “Maybe I’ll wait to see him without a bow in his hands.” “Yea, verily, that would be a good plan. Now mind telling me how thee haven’t been shot in all thou years as a knight?”
“I challenge thee, scarlet villain!” The Red Dragon wheeled around to look at his challenger, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He took a light nap and then that fool of a noble popped up, he took another nap and now some knight looking guy showed up. He sighed. “I accept! We shall joust! Now let me get my horse.”
They both readied themselves, lifting up their lances and spurring their horses. They then charged each other. The Dragon’s lance however, was slightly longer, and made first contact, yet Percival was not any featherweight. Even as Percival was thrown to the ground, drawing his sword in the process, the shaft of the lance shattered, upsetting Red’s horse, throwing the Dragon from his saddle. Percival was up first, the Bandit being obviously surprised at his bad luck. Percival allowed him to get up, though the favor would not have been returned were positions reversed. The bandit put on a good show, but ultimately failed to match up to the sheer strength and skill of the Knight of the Round Table. When he was finally defeated, he chose death to Percival over going to Arthur’s court and being surely hanged.
“How can we ever repay you, fair Knight?”
“Oh don’t worry about it, though I would like to keep this armor of his… it’s good quality, and looks impressive.”
“Of course, of course, none of our people would take it, though he would like to sell the horse, to pay for what he has taken.”
“Yea, thee may have it. Not like I need a new horse anyway.” He then had to walk back to Camelot after failing to fully fight off a pack of wolves after making camp the next night.