The Love of Sir Gallont

The story in which I tell is one of many centuries ago in the times that the medieval practices were the standard. It all begins with a bond between a king and his knight. This friendship was as if there was no difference in rank. This all takes place in a magnificent city, built up by the King Mortisis. All of it was surrounded by a towering wall, as an attempt to keep the evil that lurks outside out, but what they don't realize was that in doing so they trapped the evil that was already inside in. The evil is inside of all, no matter how good the outward appearance may be. This story is about the discovery of the inward evil.

The tale I tell begins when the fateful knight, known as Sir Gallont, was romanced by Lady Veonet. He didn't know the name of this fair lady or anything else involving her but he was in love. He saw this damsel in the commons area of the city. This was not a small feet for there were many people at such a small sector. She caught his eye and his attention did not wonder from this moment on. He attempted to follow but the masses prevented that. Sir Gallont found out all that he could about this lady but it wasn't enough. He wasn't going to be happy till he could call this precious being his own. He needed assistance on the subject at hand so he went to his friend the king.

King Mortisis and Sir Gallont have been friends since the commencement of Sir Gallont's knighthood. He told the king of his ordeal and all in which he knew of his love. He described all that he retained of her, almost to the count of hairs she had. Altogether this reminded the king of a person that he had had acquaintance with. He put it off ruling it a coincidence and most unlikely. He sets forth on helping Gallont in acquiring his infatuation that occupies the knight's every thought. Mortisis helps him make every plan, down to the color that the flowers will be. Mortisis proposes that he invite her to the next royal feast. With this idea running around Sir Gallont's head, he is excited more than ever before.

Sir Gallont goes to the place in which he is informed by his sources that she will be found. He raps on the door of inhabitance but there is not a response. His highest of expectations sink, as there is no answer to the pleas of beckoning. He lowly walks down the cobble street and something appeared from down the alley. All that could be made out was the outline of a woman with a basket under one arm. The form came into focus as it drew near until it could be made out. It was the lady in which he quested for. He told her of the feast that would occur the following day and she accepted.

The day went by quite agreeably till the morrow arrived. The time of the great feast arrived to them all and Sir Gallont arrives with Lady Veonet in his arm. When King Mortisis caught glimpse of this, he now recognized the fatal mistake in which he had preformed. He had helped Sir Gallont win over his secret mistress. His mind was now in disarray. He could not say a word at the affair in which they attended for that would be royal position suicide. Mortisis could not be at ease for the rest of the occasion for plots of evil danced as metal figures in his wont. There was no other way of dealing with this circumstance than by death in his conclusion.

The night went by uneasily but it finally ended. The problem still was present for the time being. Mortisis thought it was wise to let another moon pass before implicating his mission of misfortune upon Sir Gallont. Upon the next night he made sure his people were all at rest and he followed Gallont to his chambers. He waited outside with his instrument of destruction ready in his hand and poised, ready to act when the moment was right. Mortisis stood till his muscles were tensed to the point of strength, then he moved. The chamber door was flung open and the next sight surprised him enough to change his feelings of wickedness to that of compassion, for Sir Gallont lay slayed by another hand. Mortisis dropped the knife that was in his now shaking hand and fell down clinching the red body of his fallen friend. How could he have thought the hideous thoughts that had enraged him just so short ago? When his mind was at its worst he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. He reached toward it like batting an insect and felt the textured handle of a knife. He turned to answer yet another question in his mind. Who? Before his vision was clouded by blackness his eyes fell upon Lady Veonet standing over him. She had gotten her vengeance on both of them and vanished not to be seen again.

The End

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