I got two steps into my charge before the four knights reversed their weapons, pommels forward towards me. One of them said, “Sir Sam, do you not recognize your friends?”
My momentum took me two more steps before I stopped in front of them. It took my adrenaline-filled brain a second or two to recognize the voice as Lancelot’s.
“What?” I had trouble forming words. A moment ago, I thought I would die in a death charge. In hindsight, it probably would’ve been more prudent to run away. Retreating before a pissed off griffin is one thing, but running away from man is just not in my moral makeup. I now recognized Sir Lancelot, Sir Bedivere, Sir Percival, and Sir Robert. “What are you doing here?”
“The lady Margot sent us,” Sir Robert said.
Sir Percival grinned broadly. “Your mission, if successful, will weaken Arthur’s enemies for the good of Camelot. Furthermore, we are here to serve you and aid you in gaining a barony so that you may win the hand of the lady Margot.”