"You two, arm yourselves and come with me. We have an arrest to make". The men at arms were reluctant as they buckled their sword belts. It was going to be a busy night.
Supper was cheese and shrimp paste on rye, with a soft boiled egg on top.
The knight stood on the little wooden pier looking out over the pristine lake in the forest. His mail shirt and undergarments lay neatly folded next to the tree behind him. Naked beneath the cool midsummer night sky he breathed in deeply of the birch scented air. He opened his shoulders and flexed his long arms before diving into the cold, sweet water. He had the moment. Tomorrow could take care of itself.
The knight did not have a gut. He was not in his fifties, and at no time did he say to a damsel in distress, "be with you in five minutes, I need a pee!"
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