Squire — Peter Telep

EVERY KNIGHT NEEDS A SQUIRE, EVEN THE GREATEST KNIGHT OF ALL TIME!

WARRING RANDS OF MARAUDIIRS RAVAGED THE LAND. YOUNG CHRISTOPHER HAD SERVED BOTH SIDES, AS SQUIRE TO SAXON AND CELL. ONLY FIFTEEN, HE HAD WADED WITH THE KNIGHTS INTO BATTLE--INTO THAT RED SEA OF BLOOD AND BONE--HANDING THEM BROADSWORD AND LANCE.

NOW CHRISTOPHER KNELT IN THE PLACE OF HONOR. THE MAN WHO STOOD OVER HIM WAS SAID TO BE THE CHOSEN KING, WHO WOULD UNITE THE LAND AT LAST. AND PERHAPS IT WAS TRUE.

THE SWORD WITH WHICH HE TOUCHED CHRISTOPHER'S SHOULDER HAD A HIGH AND HOPEFUL GLEAM. IT EVEN HAD A NAME -- EXCALIBUR.