Somehow when he’d applied for the position of swordholder at the Medieval Park he had gotten the impression that he’d be one of the knights. To be honest he would have settled for a townsman who was being dragged up to fight for the King or because the enemy was winning and they needed bodies for battle or even just the guy that had to deliver the swords to the knights. But this…
When he’d first been given the robe he felt a spark of excitement. You did occasionally see knights with robes, but only the important ones. Then they had handed him the sword and the spark ignited, he almost couldn’t contain himself. It was a thing of beauty, he imagined the looks on the other knight’s faces when he showed this one off.
As the costume manager and her assistant led him across the battlefields he felt triumphant when they started walking away from them the confusion started to blot his excitement a little. When the assistant handed him the shoes, that looked like regal slippers, he realised that he definitely wasn’t going to be fighting. They weaved through the market stalls and headed in the direction of the castle, he perked up once again.
A knight in the castle that would be brilliant!!
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