Parsifal's Page (2 page)

Once Piers ventured to ask Sir Ither the identity of his lady love, but from the way that Sir Ither turned sharply in his saddle, his brows drawn, it was clear that Piers had committed some horrible trespass. "Hear me, boy! A page may speak when spoken to, and may deliver messages, but he must never ask impertinent questions! What you need to know, I will tell you!" Piers began to stammer an apology, but Sir Ither waved
his hand graciously and continued, "Remember this lesson and never commit it again, but you are young, and I forgive you."

"Th-thank you, sir."

"I shall even answer your question. I have, alas, no lady love at this time, but rather I dream of the perfect lady whom I have yet to meet!"

Piers nodded sagely, pretending that he understood and trying to stifle his disappointment. Sir Ither's grand statements lost some of their luster, being directed at a woman who existed only in Sir Ither's imagination. Piers realized he had much to learn about courtly love.

They made camp by a stream, and Piers hurried about, doing everything he could think of to make his master comfortable, and he was rewarded with a gracious word of approval that left him in transports. The next day, shortly before noon, Sir Ither stopped suddenly.

"Unless I be mistaken, boy, we are there!"

Piers started to ask where, but caught himself just in time.

Sir Ither smiled with satisfaction. "I had heard that he would be in this country. It is truly a good omen for the success of my quest that we should come to his camp so quickly. It is far better to meet him here than in his castle at Camelot!"

Piers felt almost faint. Camelot! The court of King Arthur himself! Did Sir Ither mean that they had come
to a royal encampment? Through the trees ahead, Piers saw a meadow, and at the far side, several tents in a circle.

"There is Arthur's insignia! We are here!" Ither declared, and Piers had never felt so happy.

"Are you a knight?"

Piers almost fell from his horse at the strange voice that had spoken not three feet away. He had heard no other sound and seen no movement, but there at his side was a tall, amazingly muscular young man with shaggy hair and no beard. He wore ill-fitting homespun clothes and no shoes. Several hunting spears hung loosely from a strap over his shoulder. Sir Ither, who had also jumped in surprise, whirled about and glared at the man. "Begone, yokel!"

The young man cocked his head curiously. "What is a yokel?"

"You are!"

"Oh. Are you a knight?"

Sir Ither scowled. "As you see!" he snapped.

"I want to be a knight."

Sir Ither laughed harshly. "Well, you can't be. So go away."

"Is that armor?"

"Go away, knave, or feel my whip."

"Why is your armor red?"

With a muffled oath, Sir Ither snatched a riding whip from his saddle and flicked it at the young man's face.
Piers did not see how it happened, but the young man moved ever so slightly, and the whip missed him. "I want to be a knight," the young man repeated placidly. "And I want red armor."

Angrily, jerking his head away from the young man, Sir Ither placed his helm on his head and booted his horse sharply. Eyes straight ahead, Piers followed his master into the meadow. A movement at his left, though, made him peek from the corners of his eyes. The youth was trotting easily beside them, faster than most men could run but showing no sign of exertion. Piers wished he would go away, before Sir Ither really hurt him.

They crossed the long meadow and approached the neat circle of tents. There was an enclosure for horses, empty now, and several wagons behind the tents. Piers saw many signs of knights—pennants and scattered arms and armor—but no knights until they were almost at the edge of the camp. Then a large man with a heavy black beard, gray at the corners of his mouth, stepped out of the largest tent and barred their way.

"Help you?" the large man said gruffly.

"I seek Arthur, who styles himself king!" Sir Ither said.

"I want to be a knight," said the young rustic.

The large man grinned mockingly. "I'm afraid you're both doomed to be disappointed. Arthur's not here, and he doesn't need any more knights."

The large man turned away, but Sir Ither rode his horse up to him. "Hold, my good man!"

"I'm not your good man," the large man said quietly.

"This is Arthur's camp, is it not?"

"It is. But Arthur's off hunting with a batch of clodpoles who, as you might say, style themselves knights."

"Who art thou, varlet?"

"My name's Kai."

Sir Ither caught his breath and looked sharply at the man. Piers did, too. He knew from his mother's stories about King Arthur's foster brother Kai, who had defeated two kings single-handedly in the Battle of the Five Kings, and who now served as seneschal for King Arthur. The rustic stepped between Piers and Sir Kai. "I do want to be a knight. And I need armor."

Sir Kai looked again at the young man, and this time his eyes showed a glint of interest. "Ay, my boy. That you do."

"I like red," the youth added earnestly.

Sir Ither spoke suddenly. "I shall wait for Arthur. Direct me to his tent."

"No," Sir Kai said. He looked coldly at Sir Ither and folded his arms.

Just then two women stepped out of the largest of the tents. Both were clad in gorgeous silk dresses, the sort that Piers's mother had described in such loving detail. The taller, and more beautiful, of the two spoke. "What is it, Kai?" She was holding a golden goblet,
and had evidently been interrupted at her luncheon.

Sir Kai turned his head to speak to the lady, and Sir Ither took his heavy iron helm from its place on his saddle and brought it down with a solid thud on the back of Sir Kai's head. Sir Kai toppled forward immediately, and Piers gasped in horror. The tall lady froze with astonishment, but the other lady hurried to Sir Kai's prone form.

"What is thy name, my lady?" Sir Ither asked the tall lady politely, as if he had not just villainously struck down an unarmed man.

The lady's face was pale, and she looked unsteady, but she took a deep breath and stood straight. "My name is Guinevere. I do not ask for your name, for the names of recreant knights mean nothing to me."

"And yet I give it all the same, my lady," said Sir Ither, dismounting. "I am Ither, the nephew of King Uther Pendragon. I am rightful king over all England. I have been on quest these many months, seeking your misbegotten husband to challenge him to single combat. He is no true king of England!"

Piers's head was in a whirl. Everyone in England knew how the young Arthur, King Uther's only son, had been hidden away from the king's enemies by none other than Merlin the Enchanter, to be raised by the good knight Sir Ector. Everyone knew how Arthur had first proven his divine right to be king by drawing the great sword Excalibur from a stone and then had
proven himself again and again through his wise rule. How could Sir Ither think that just being King Uther's nephew gave him the right to put all this aside? Indeed, Sir Ither had shown himself utterly unworthy of the throne, by striking down Sir Kai from behind.

The young rustic seemed to feel the same. Rising from the unconscious Sir Kai, he asked, "Are you sure that you are a knight? I met a knight one time, and he told me that knights fight fairly. I do not think that this was very knightly."

"That it was not," Queen Guinevere said, her voice shaking. "I see before me one man and one churl, and the churl wears the armor."

"Churl, am I?" Sir Ither snapped. Stepping forward, he snatched the golden goblet from the queen and abruptly threw the contents on her breast. A dark stain of red wine spread slowly down her gown. Sir Ither laughed and mounted his horse. "I'll be back, my lady, when you are a widow." Sir Ither turned his horse and rode back across the meadow. His heart heavy, Piers followed.

Sir Ither stopped in an open area beside a stream, less than a mile from the king's camp. "This will do nicely," he said. There was satisfaction on his face. "Boy, I want you to go back to Arthur's camp now. Show the king this cup and tell him that if he wants revenge, I will be waiting for him here. Tell him that none may come but
the king himself, but I think he will come after the insult I've just given his wife." Piers could not speak, but his disgust for his master must have shown in his face, because Sir Ither added, "When I am king, I will speak to you about looking at me in that way, boy. Now go!"

The camp was very much astir when Piers arrived. Evidently the king had returned from the hunt. The horse enclosure was filled with lathered, panting horses. Beardless men in bright hunting clothes bustled everywhere. No one took any notice of Piers, and he was able to ride through the perimeter unchallenged. In the inner circle of the tents was a clump of people gawking at something, and as Piers drew near he saw to his relief that Sir Kai was sitting up in their midst, holding his head but clearly alive. The same woman who had knelt over him before was holding him up, and a man with a gray beard knelt beside him. As Piers approached they all looked up at him.

"That's the fellow's servant," Sir Kai said, blinking. "I recognize the silly hat."

The gray-bearded man stood. "Have you a message for me?"

Piers swallowed and said, "I have a message for King Arthur."

The man looked into Piers's eyes. "I am Arthur."

Piers burst into tears. From his cradle he had dreamed of the day when he might see this greatest of all men, and now that he finally saw him, he had to deliver a
hateful message. King Arthur's eyes softened. "Come, boy. No one blames you for your master's incivility."

"Oh, incivility you call it," Sir Kai said with a snort.

"Be quiet, Sir Kai," said the woman beside him.

"There, I told you so," said another voice. It was the young rustic, appearing from nowhere, as he had in the forest. "I told you he wasn't acting very knightly."

Distracted, King Arthur looked at the youth. "And who are you, friend?"

"My name is Parsifal. I want to be a knight. I met a knight one time, about two years ago, or maybe more. It was in a different world. He told me that you could make me a knight. If you are really King Arthur. Are you?"

The king nodded gravely. "I am, friend. But this is not a good time."

"When would be a good time?"

King Arthur looked annoyed momentarily, but then replied patiently. "My friend, I cannot make anyone a knight who has not achieved great deeds. Knighthood must be earned."

"I shall do great deeds, then," the young man said happily.

The king turned back to Piers. "I beg your pardon, son. Tell me your message."

"My master, Sir Ither, is waiting for you in a small clearing to the east. He wants to fight you, your highness. No one else."

King Arthur pursed his lips, and Sir Kai struggled to his feet. "You can't go, Arthur," he said.

"Tell me why I can't, Kai," Arthur said. "I'll defeat him, you know."

"I know that, but you still can't go. The King of All England can't go off to meet every halfwit who challenges him. Send someone else."

"Who?" Arthur said. "You can't go with a cracked head. Gawain's in Orkney. I don't have any seasoned knights here. These are all journeymen, Kai."

"I'll go fight him," said the rustic, Parsifal.

"Will you shut up?" Kai snapped irritably. "Look, Arthur, this knight has no honor. Why should you respect his wishes? Send all the knights after him."

"I'll fight him by myself," Parsifal said. "I'm not afraid."

"Well, you ought to be, clodpole!" retorted Sir Kai. "He's a grown knight, and you're a puppy in bad clothes. He'd kill you."

Parsifal smiled. "I'm not the one he bonked on the head," he said pleasantly.

The lady who had been helping Sir Kai burst into laughter, and Sir Kai whirled around, glaring. "Oh, you think that's funny, Lady Connoire?"

"Yes, actually," she said, still chuckling.

"You haven't so much as smiled since you came to court," Sir Kai said. "And now you think
this
is funny."

Lady Connoire lifted her chin. "Yes, especially when I remember how you looked, face down in the mud."

"Why don't you go to the women's tent and be quiet?" Sir Kai said.

Lady Connoire stopped laughing. "Don't ever tell me to be quiet."

Sir Kai leaned close to her. "Be quiet," he said softly.

Immediately Lady Connoire slapped Sir Kai's cheek, and just as quickly Sir Kai slapped hers. Piers gasped, and Arthur snapped, "Kai!" but before he could move, Parsifal reached over and pulled Sir Kai away from Lady Connoire.

"My mother says that a knight should never show violence to a lady. You should not have done that."

Sir Kai's face was a deep red, but he scowled at Parsifal and said, "Go away, plowboy. Just go away!"

Parsifal nodded patiently. "I will, but I ought to have some armor, so I can do my great deeds. Do you have any red armor? I like red."

"I'll give you some red armor," Sir Kai said furiously. "It's on that idiot knight back in the woods!" With a jerk, Sir Kai turned and stormed away.

"Oh, can I have his? That will be fine," Parsifal said, and he too turned and began running across the meadow.

"I beg pardon on behalf of my brother," King Arthur said gently to Lady Connoire.

"Do not trouble yourself, sire," said Lady Connoire
stiffly, and then she too strode away, leaving King Arthur with Piers in the midst of a shocked circle of onlookers.

"I don't believe I've ever felt so left out of a conversation," the king said quietly, his lips curling slightly. "My boy, I fear we've been discourteous. Please tell your master that I decline his challenge on the grounds that I find him boorish and unworthy of my time." Piers nodded, but hesitated.

"Is there something else?" the king asked.

"Yes, your highness." Piers reached into his saddle bags and took out the golden cup that Sir Ither had stolen from Queen Guinevere. "Please, sire, give this back to the queen."

King Arthur nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I thank you, son," he said. "If you should ever happen to have a change of master, I would be very happy to see you again. Now, you'd best go before this Parsifal gets himself in trouble."