Chapter Ten
"With his armor gleaming in the light the brave knight rode his mighty steed into war.
At his sight, men quaked with fear as he fought valiantly and many fell to his sword.
The fighting was heavy; many were slain, and upon the fields, their blood did pour.
The knight looked out at his slain fellows and enemies alike, never to fight anymore.
They said he was from a country farm in the green, green land of bliss.
To his god and king, he swore an oath always to protect in faithfulness.
With his golden hair and comely face, from the maidens, he was assured a kiss.
He smote his enemy upon the battlefield; his might was beyond compare.
Tales of his bravery and prowess filled the land, and against him, no man would dare.
One day he spied a shiny black steed and upon its back
