Saturday, April 18, 2015

Chapter 6 A Knight To Remember

A Knight To Remember

At daylights accounting, with storm clouds a mounting,
Found Regi and Pero, away from their nest.
The morning brought hunger, which wouldn’t grow younger,
So early they’d fled, from their brush piled rest.
The trail had grown vicious, but food most delicious,
They’d caught in a stream, with the help of weir trap.
Now they were more wary, tho forest less scary,
Since they had found food, by the first thunderclap.
Pero stood nibbling, near water fount dribbling,
Green grass at the wayside, beside the cold stream.
And Regi was sitting, on stump most befitting,
Munching away, on a fist full of bream.
On small stickered fire, with flames rising higher,
Another fat fish, sizzled ready to eat.
Regi was waiting, with hunger abating,
More taste of the fish, and its wonderful meat.
Then rain came in rivers, it gave him the shivers,
He sought out some shelter, in which they could hide.
The fish not forgotten, was rolled up in cotton,
Tucked into the pack, on the back of his ride.
The storm grew the louder, its thunder the shrouder,
The sound of the footfalls, they nearly did miss.
Then arrows came flying, they came near to dying,
For filled with black poison, they flew with a hiss.
The Orkyne were on them, they poured o’er a cliff rim,
Then Regi pulled sword, out from out its black sheath.
A shriek then of terror, came not from the wearer,
But one of the Orkyne, as it hit the heath.
The sword sang a death song, its edge bloodied, but strong,
The Orkyne soon slain, were left piled in foul heaps.
With Pero stood Regi, so close to the edge he,
Did now see the Gulch, with its terrible seeps.
The caves of the Orkyne, were covered in black slime,
Their smoldering pits, hissing red in the rain.
They could take it no longer, the smell ever stronger
Filled up their nostrils, with dark acrid pain
The storm unabated, they both had not waited,
But fled from the scene, of most terrible death.
They washed in a lakeside, and sought where they might hide,
Aware of their luck, which still held by a breath.
As Regi stood waiting, his fear not abating,
A sight on far shore, made him suddenly stare.
For there stood a mountain, from which fell a fountain,
A cave in its side, steamed, a large dragons lair.
Before he could ponder, on dragons lair yonder,
A sound of more Orkyne, fell shrill on his ear.
The scream of our hero, as he clung to Pero,
Was one of much anger, and also of fear.
His scream most defiant, was heard by the giant,
Dragon who thought, that he must see this sight.
When he saw the Orkyne, he thought he might just dine,
So flew from his cave, and got into the fight.
The Dragon in battle, chased Orkyne like cattle,
And Regi with sword, slew them too, left and right.
A mutual friendship, ‘tween Regi and Dragon,
Was formed from respect, in the battle that night.
But here was a mystery, in annals of history,
Of Dragon or men, there’d not been such a deed.
The Dragon astounded, his heart in him bounded,
As Regi on Pero, made those Orkyne bleed.
They fought then with vigor, the Dragon tho bigger,
Barely killed more, as they fought the Orkyne.
They soon had them toasted, the Dragon then roasted,
Them all into cinders, it made his face shine.
The battle now finished, the embers diminished,
The Dragon alighted, on shoreline to drink.
Regi awaited, his breath all abated,
Not knowing exactly, just what now to think.
The Dragons first greeting, at Regi’s first meeting,
Soon thawed his blood, which had since turned to ice.
The fear at their meeting, was at the most, fleeting,
For he found at least, that this Dragon was nice.
The dragon with smile, said, “I am Cadwylle,
The Great Hooded Dragon and who might you be?”
Regi our hero, then introduced Pero,
And said, “I am Sir Reginald De Arcy III.”
Thus it is recorded, the Orkyne most sordid,
Were thus sore defeated, in Gomber that night.
The hunt for the Dragon, once said o’er a flagon,
Had come to fruition, and turned out all right.
For Regi on Pero, they both were a hero,
Had not gone to hunt, for a dragon to kill.
But to make an alliance, to stand in defiance,
Of that which was coming, more evilly still.
For there in that forest, the richest and poorest,
Would soon be sore tested, by armies of death.
“Twould come from the shores, of fair Penrynne, our homeland,
An evil to conquer, all good that took breath.
The Mages foretold this, that Regi through boldness,
Would make friends with a dragon, in turn save the day.
But to do so took daring, and no mercy sparing,
He must leave his home, and fight in his own way.
Thus trusting the Mages, who down through the ages,
Had prophesied of, his adventures so wild,
When asked to go meet it, he’d go forth to greet it,
He’d known in himself, since he was a small child.
For tho he’d been pudgy, and dressed like a budgie,
And at the Kings court, had been treated so cruel.
Regi on Pero, full felt like a hero,
And tho he was, “some things”, he wasn’t a fool.
He’d now met a dragon, his heart was not flaggin’
With joy he had come, to fulfill what he must.
For he was a Knight, with a heart full of laughter,
And he was a Knight, that the people could trust.
So they builded a castle, it wasn’t a hassle,
And also a ship, on the lake, for to sail.
Then cleaned up all Gomber, and made it less somber.
Paired up with the Dragon, they just couldn’t fail.
Now Regi our hero, along with horse Pero,
Soon became legends, within their own time.
And as to the Dragon, they’re still of him braggin’.
For his mighty deeds, ‘tis the end of this rhyme.


To clear up any confusion, as to why Regi introduced himself as Sir Reginald De Arcy III, instead of Reginald Roaracantor, is quite simple. Regi had many titles, as a prince of Harthnore, one of which was inherited from his maternal 3rd great grandfather, Faramund De Arcy. However the name Roaracantor, was one of the names, the Knights of the Realm gave to him, because of his loud cry, in battle, which they described as a, "Roaring Cantor."

I know that this saga has been pretty long, but the story of Regi, has been one of such a tangled weave, I thought it best to keep it clear in my mind, so wrote his saga, just as quickly as he told it to me. I found it simply astounding, and hope you enjoyed it too.

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