Iron Man and the Knights of the Round Table

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After Arthur’s body had been given to the undertaker and the funeral arrangements had been made, the Knights met at the Round Table for a meeting. Anthony sat in Arthur’s chair and looked around at the other knights.
“First of all, I want to thank all of you for you confidence in me. Even though it was Arthur’s last request that I be his successor, it makes me glad to know that none of you are ambitious enough to want the throne for yourself. But, before we have a coronation, I think it’s time I told you who I really am and where I come from.
My full name is Anthony Stark. I have traveled back in time 1500 years. In my own time, I was a “king” of sorts. In order to protect my realm and I created this Armor and the fiction that the man wearing this armor was not me, but was in fact my bodyguard. Contrary to what many of you may think, my armor it not embued with sorcerous power. It is a mechanism, just like a catapult or a mill only much more complex. Doom wasn’t lying when he told you that he was also a king. His minions stole certain mechanical parts from my realm so that he could build a device that could travel back through time. I confronted him just as he was about to make the journey and we both traveled back to this time. After I helped thwart Doom’s alliance with Morgan le Fey, he and I agreed to pool our resources to try to build a device that would allow us to return to our own time. But once again, Doom proved to be treacherous and he rigged the device so that it would only transport him back home and then melted itself so that I would be stranded in your time forever. You all know what happened after that. So now, knowing what you do about me and where I come from, if you don’t think I’ve gone mad, and if you still want me, I would be proud to be your King.”
Gawain spoke first. “can you make us all suits of armor as wondrous as yours?”
“No.” replied Anthony. “In order to build or even repair armor such as this, I would need things that as available only in my own time. In fact, Doom and I used some of its’ parts to make the time machine. So it has lost some of the capabilities it had when I first arrived here. I can, however make better armor and weapons than you have got.”
“The reason none of the rest of us came forward to take your place” said Kay “is that there is not one us whom all of the others would except as his master. Why do you think we accepted Arthur as our King? It wasn’t just because he was the only one able to pull the sword from the stone. It was because in spite of Merlin’s claim that he was the son of Uther, he was a man who would allow us to band together without giving any of us an advantage over the other. He was a compromise King. . . As you are.”
“Well then, I would like to know if all of you feel the same as Sir Kay” said Anthony. “Those of you who still want me to be your King raise your hand.”
Several of the men immediately raised their hands. As the men looked around the room at each other they one by one raised their hands until each of them had given their approval.
“The motion is carried then” Affirmed the new King. “Is there any pressing business of the realm?”
“There is the matter of the Queen” said Lancelot. “I recommend that you marry Gwenevere and make her your Queen. Half the men at this table owe loyalty to her family and it would give a sense of continuity to the people.”
The King smiled. “You forget I’m from the future I know what’s going to happen or rather, what would have happened if I had I not come here to change your future. I think that everyone would be happier if you were to marry her.”
“But Sire, you need a source of wealth in order to function as King. Without land how will you generate the wealth that a King should have? All of Arthur’s land belonged to his Queen.”
“Leave that to me. I can generate wealth without owning large tracts of land.” Said the King as he mentally made plans for starting up a company to make and sell technology to the world. “I just need a small bit of land. In celebration of your wedding, why not give me Camelot and the land within a mile of it? with the Lady Gwenevere’s approval, of course.”
Lancelot beamed. “I’m sure I can persuade her, Sire.”
“Is there any other pressing business?” inquired the King as he looked around the table.
Sir Vortigern spoke up and said: “there is the matter of your coronation.”
“What does this involve? I’m sure the procedure has changed considerably in 1500 years.”
“No man knows. You must go to Avalon Isle to undergo a ceremony that only the Ladies of the Lake attend. It is the only time that a man is allowed on the island. I know it seems barbaric. But many of the common people still have not accepted Christianity yet and the old rituals still hold meaning for them.”
“Make the arrangements, Sir Vortigern.
If there is nothing else, I have some business that needs to be addressed” said the King. “As I said before, I have knowledge of the future. And I know that a dark age is about to sweep across the world. The barbarians will sweep across Europe and destroy the Roman Empire within fifty years. Even Britain will fall to the barbarians. So much knowledge will be lost that Arthur and the Round Table will become only a legend. And wise men will wonder whether any of you ever existed. I intend to stop this. But to do so will require that I make many things and will consume much of my time.
Therefore, I will hand over the responsibility for making to day to day decisions to you, the Knights of the Round Table. As King, I will set the agenda and retain the power to veto your decisions. You all will be in charge of the day to day things like hearing petitioners and making laws.
Next, I want you each to send word back to your lands that I am commanding all the goldsmiths in the realm to come here to Camelot. Tell them I have work for them.
Finally, we have a funeral to attend and a wedding to plan. This meeting is adjourned.”
Lancelot stood and shouted: “Long live Britain! Long Live King Anthony!”
The other Knights rose and repeated his acclamation. “Long live Britain! Long Live King Anthony!”


The next morning a Mass was performed for the Late King Arthur. Afterwards, the body was carried out of Camelot’s chapel by King Anthony, Sir Lancelot, Sir Kay, Sir Gawain, Sir Ewain and Sir Vortigern. They placed the body in an ox drawn cart and walked their horses and Arthur’s out of the castle past weeping mourners that lined the way. Once they were out of sight of the castle, Lancelot and Kay mounted up and turned back, taking Arthur’s horse with them. They had a wedding to plan even though the bride didn’t know it yet. Lancelot was both looking forward to and dreading telling Gwenevere of the wedding plans that had been made without even consulting her. He had always been fond of the former queen. But while Arthur had been alive, he had not even considered the possibility that he might ever share her bed. The more he thought about it, the better he liked the idea. Still, he knew she would be shocked at the prospect. She hadn’t even moved out of the quarters that she had shared with the late King.
After stabling the horses, Lancelot went to the door of the royal chambers and knocked. The door was opened by the former Queen’s handmaid.
The woman curtsied and said: “My Lord, how may I help you?”
“Tell the Lady Gwenevere that I wish to speak with her” replied Lancelot.
“Yes, my Lord.” The handmaid curtsied and shut the door. After a few minutes she re-opened it. “The Queen will see you now”
Lancelot strode in. Gwenevere was sitting in a chair looking as every bit as regal as the Queen she had been the day before.
“The new King has sent you to inform me that I am to be his Queen?” asked Gwenevere.
“No. My Lady”
“Don’t lie to me! I overheard Sir Kay talking to the kitchen girls about preparations for my wedding!” said Gwenevere accusingly.
“Your wedding is being planned. But it has been decided that you are to marry me.”
Gwenevere slipped from the Latin used for formal business the more vulgar Britanic spoken by the common people as she raised the volume of her voice.
“It has been decided? Don’t I get a say in this? You men always decide these things without even consulting the women whose lives will be affected! If you’re just trying to get into my bed, you don’t have to marry me for that. Obviously as a widow, I’m not a virgin anymore”
Quickly, she pulled her dress off over her head revealing her naked body for Lancelot to see.
“Go ahead! Take me! It’s not as if I have any choice in the matter! No woman ever has a choice in Britain!”
“My Lady, please!” pleaded Lancelot. “This was the King’s Idea. But the more I think about it the better I like it. Haven’t I always tried to please you, my lady? As your husband, I will continue to try to please you. Surely you, of all people, know that the former Queen can not remain unmarried. It would make the kingdom unstable. I would never say this in public, but it’s no secret that I’m known as a brave and skillful knight. As the wife of such a knight, your social position would be high.”
He picked up her dress and handed it to her.
“You do have a choice. If you truly think that marrying me is such an awful fate, I am prepared to defy the King on your behalf. But, it would please me greatly if you were to become my wife.”
Gwenerevere held her dress in front of herself and switching back to Latin said:
“You are right. I could do worse than you as a husband. And you have been very devoted to me in the past. I was beginning to wonder if you had impure thoughts about me. Thank you for giving me a choice. I do choose to marry you.”
“One more thing,” said Lancelot “as part of our wedding celebration, we are to give this castle to the new King.”
Gwenevere switched back to Britanic and started shouting again.
“What! You’re giving my castle away! Why should I let him have my castle?! He doesn’t even think I’m good enough to share his bed! I’ll bet that new King of ours prefers little boys! How’s he going to go through the coronation if he can’t get it up for a woman?!”
Lancelot signed.
“You already have several castles including your late father’s. You don’t need Camelot. It was built for you and Arthur and will always remind you of him. It has become the capital of Britain. King Anthony has no lands of his own. Is it not it a small thing to ask?”
“You are right, Lancelot. We will have to build a life of our own together. I apologize for acting ignoble.”
Stepping forward, she grabbed Lancelot’s head and gave him a long lingering kiss, pressing her body into his. She gently parted his lips with her tongue and felt his manhood starting to bulge as their tongues danced. Then he pulled away and reached down to retrieve her dress, which had fallen on the floor. He handed it to her and said:
“We have a wedding to prepare. I’m certainly looking forward to the wedding night.”
Lancelot walked out as Gwenevere got dressed. She’d never raised her voice at him like that before. He wondered if he was going to regret marrying her until he remembered the sweet taste of her tongue gliding across his and the beautiful roundness of her breasts.

After several days journey, King Anthony, Gawain, Ewain and Vortigern finally reached the ocean. It had been a slow journey walking at the speed of an oxcart. When Anthony had asked why they did not simply use a horse drawn cart, the others explained that for heavy loads, a horse could not pull a cart because the yoke that went around the ox’s neck and allowed him to pull the cart would choke a horse. The King made a mental note of this and resolved to solve this problem when he had the time. After waiting a few hours, a ship began approaching the shore. As it drew nearer, the King noticed that all of the sailors were women. There was a dock on the shore that allowed the ship to port without having to run aground. The men watched in silence as the ship glided up to the dock and the sailors got out and tied it to the dock. When they turned their attention to the men, Vortigern spoke up.
“We come with the sad duty of returning the body of our late King Arthur to Avalon. Also, this man is Anthony Stark son of Maria, a traveler from another time who desires to be our King.”
“Do you swear to keep secret from all men that which you see on Avalon Isle?” Asked the Captain of the ship.
“I do.”
“Do you swear to obey the sisters of Avalon from the moment that you set foot on our ship until you set foot on these shores again?”
“I do”
“Then, come aboard the ship and remain silent until we arrive at Avalon.”
The women spoke not a word as they lifted Arthur’s from the cart and carried it onto the ship. They remained silent as they started rowing away from the shore. By now it was sunset. The sailors seem to know what to do without being told by their Captain. As they silently rowed into the sunset, a feeling of wonder came over Anthony. Soon, they neared an island. As they approached it, he could make out the sound of women singing in a language he could not understand. Britanic, he supposed. On the dock waiting for them were women in white robes led by a woman in what looked like a crow costume. She chanted several lines in Britanic that were repeated by the other women. Then the women in white came forward and picked up the body of Arthur and carried it away led by the woman in the crow costume. After they were out of sight, another group of women came forward. At first he thought they were dressed in blue. But as they drew nearer, it became apparent that the women were not wearing anything except blue paint in intricate serpentine designs all over their bodies. These women were younger than the first group and some of them looked barely old enough to be called “women”.
The lead woman looked and Anthony and said:
“When you set foot on Avalon, you must leave behind all that you brought with you. Please remove you armor, clothes and jewelry and leave them on the ship.”
Anthony felt a little nervous being stared at by this many women as he undressed. Also, he was very nervous about leaving behind his irreplaceable Iron Man armor. But, he did as he was told and hoped that these ladies could be trusted with high tech artifacts from the future. After stepping onto the dock stark naked, the women all beckoned for him to follow and lead him away to what appeared to be a communal building of some sort. He followed them to an ordinary looking doorway off of the main courtyard and the lead woman motioned for him to go inside. Anthony opened the door and peered inside. He saw that within the room was a large tub filled with steaming water and two middle-aged women who turned to him when the door open and smiled at him. They said something in Britanic and gestured at the tub. Obviously, they wanted him to take a bath. He didn’t need a translation to understand that. He got into the tub and the two women started scrubbing him. Anthony sat back and relaxed. He hadn’t had a decent bath since he been in Britain. Camelot just didn’t have the facilities. The whole experience reminded him of the bathhouses he’d visited during his business trips in Japan. After they had thoroughly scrubbed him, one of the women gestured for him to get out and said something he didn’t understand. Then, they poured a bucket of cold water over his head! Anthony howled at the sudden shock! Then he noticed that after the water hit the stone floor of the room, it was flowing toward one corner of the room where there was a hole for it to escape. Obviously, the floor had a slight slope to it to allow drainage. His attendants started to dry him off with a piece of cloth but Anthony took the towel from them and finished drying his self off. They led him back to the door and opened it for him. Outside, were the same women whom he had followed from the ship. Each of them had a candle lantern, which allowed him to get a better view of their naked bodies and the intricate designs painted on them than he had be able to see earlier in the twilight. The lead woman held a silver chalice. She they were standing in a semicircle, facing him. The lady with the chalice motioned for him to come forward and when he got close enough they closed the circle around him. She began holding the cup high and chanting something in Britanic, then drank from it. The cup was passed around and each woman drank from it before it was handed to the King. He saw that it was still half full of a red liquid that appeared to be wine and so he finished it off. Anthony scowled. It sure didn’t taste like wine! He was starting to wonder if they had drugged or poisoned him. As they led him away, began to feel lightheaded. They had definitely drugged him.
Presently, they came to a stop on the beach where the women in white robes had built a funeral pyre for Arthur. Each of the women was holding a torch and chanting as Arthur’s body lay on and pile of wood. The woman in the crow costume climbed onto the body and stood on him holding a sword aloft. She shouted something in Britanic and Anthony thought he recognized the name, “Excalibre”. Then she thrust the sword into the heart of the late King. That was the signal for the other women to light the pyre. Quickly the pyre, Arthur and the crow woman were engulfed in flames. By now, Anthony was heavily under the influence of the drugs. He wanted to save her, but all he could do it watch as the crow costume burned off of her. She didn’t seem be in any pain as she knelt on her King’s chest chanting too quietly to be heard and the flames seared he flesh. After she collapsed in a heap, Anthony heard hoof beats as a horse came running out of the darkness, leapt onto the fire and was instantly consumed.
When the fire had burned enough that you could no longed make out the shapes of the burning bodies, the ladies in white abruptly walked off into the darkness in separate directions and the painted women came forward and tossed their candle lanterns onto the fire, then put more wood onto the fire. By now, Anthony was thoroughly under the influence of the drug they had given him and could hear a pulsating beat that seem to be coming from inside his head and resonating out to the entire universe. The others seem to be hearing the same sound because they started dancing around the fire in rhythm with it. He came forward and started dancing around the fire with them for a timeless time.
Some how during this time, there was a gap in his memory and the next thing he remembered was walking down a wooded path holding hands with a young girl, who was leading him to a grove of trees. In the center of the grove was a bed decorated with flowers. The girl pulled him closer and kissed him as her hands caressed his chest and started working their way down. Suddenly, Anthony was hit with a moment of clarity and he realized that he expected to have sex with this young girl who couldn’t be more than 14. He pulled away and said:
“No!”
She tried to embrace him again and he pushed her away. She started babbling in Britanic, then lay on the bed with her legs spread and raised and beckoned her to him. Anthony grabbed her by the arm and pulled her violently to her feet. Then, he headed back down the path he had come with her in tow. When they got back to the fire, where the women were still dancing to a beat that he could no longer hear, the girl pulled away from him and ran forward. The women stopped dancing as she gibbered and pointed at him. Then the lead woman came toward him. Even though he could only see her silhouette against the fire, he could tell that she was angry, by the way she walked. When she got close enough he grabbed her hand and started leading her down the path. He felt her hand relax as he led her down the path back to the grove. When he turned to her, she was smiling, so leaned forward and tentatively gave her a kiss. She drew him closer as she returned his affection. He gently caressed her back as his tongue gently probed her and she parted her lips so that her tongue could dance with his. She moaned softly and her knees gave way as she slipped on the bed and pulled her towards him. He lay down beside her and stroked his hand across her breast. She gasped, then, softly moaned as his hands gently flickered across her nipple. Her hand found its’ way to his rock hard manhood. She spoke in gasping moans and when he didn’t react, she tried Latin:
“Fuck me! Fuck me now!”
He climbed on top of her and she guided him in. As he started thrusting he could tell by the estactic sounds she was making that she was enjoying this as much as he. As his climax built, he felt like electricity was shooting up his spine. The drug was still taking it’s toll and made him lose all track of time as he felt her reach her peak over and over again. Finally, as the first twilight was beginning to appear, he felt is own orgasm build deep within him. It began, with a tightness in his chest and a bolt of electricity shooting down to his loins. Then, the tingling rushed down his arms and legs. His teeth and eyes clenched shut as a roar began building within him. He threw back his head and howled with pleasure as his love flute contracted rhythmically within her. Then he collapsed, his chest heaving as they both caught their breath. After their moans had subsided and their breathing returned to normal, he pulled out of her and snuggled up beside her, stroking her long black hair.
"I am embarrassed that I've waited so long to ask you this" he admitted. "But could you tell me your name?"
"Nineve, my lord" she replied. "In your own time, do you have a wife?"
"No, I've never been the marrying type. I've been in Love a few times. But it never seemed to work out" Said the king.
"I'm not the "marrying type" either." Said Nineve. "I love who, when, and where I will. That is one of the things that drew me to become a priestess of Avalon. Of course the down side is that since I spend most of my time on an island full of women, most of my lovers have been women. Do I shock you, my lord?"
"Not at all" he replied. "In my time, it as not unknown for some women to prefer female lovers. Wait! How do you know about my time?"
Nineve smiled and sat up.
"You must get up, the ceremony is still not finished" she said.
She led him down the path back to the ashes of the fire from the night before. The other priestesses were passed out in heaps around the fire. Picking up a stick from the ashes, she dug around in the ashes until she found a sword, which she pushed out of the ashes and down the beach to the edge of the sea. Steam rose off of the sword and it sizzled when it touched the wet sand and water at the shore's edge. After a few minutes, the sizzling stopped and she told him:
"You can pick it up now. Befitting a King who has traveled so far, its' name is: Chronos."
He reached down and picked up the sword. At first, he had thought that the sword she had dug out of the ashes had been, Excalibre. But now that he had it in his hand, he saw that the jewels and decorations that encrusted it were totally different. He stared at it fascinated by the quality of its’ balance and workmanship. Nineve interrupted his thoughts with a shout:
"Long live Anthony Stark, King of Britain!" then her voice grew quieter and harder. "The ceremony is complete. You are now King. Now, Please leave our island."
He turned toward the fire. The priestesses had been roused by her shout and were starting to get up. He turned back to Nineve. He saw in her face that she was serious. So, he started heading back to the dock. He could see that the sailors were preparing to get underway. At the end of the dock, he turned back to Nineve, who had followed him all the way there. Her face and posture were as hard as ever. Anthony leaned forward and kissed her and he could feel her respond. Then he hugged her and whispered in her ear:
"I would like to see you again, sometime."
She pulled away and said: "I love when, where and with whom I choose. Perhaps you will see me again . . . if I so choose."
Her face had softened it's expression. But, he had been told to leave and he could tell she was serious about that. The new King climbed on board the ship and began donning his armor. As the ship caught the wind and sailed away, he noticed that Nineve stayed on the dock until he was out of sight.

Not having had any sleep the night before, Anthony gratefully excepted Vortigen's offer to let him sleep in the ox cart for a few hours. The rest of the trip was uneventful as the King passed the time by asking the other knights questions about the recent history and current state of the kingdom. They arrived at Camelot in plenty of time to attend Lancelot and Gwenevere's rather lavish wedding. Anthony was amazed at how little catholic weddings had changed by his time. He recognized many of the elements as familiar. At the reception, King Anthony came up to Gwenevere and said:
“Let me be the first person to kiss the bride.”
Gwenevere beamed and kissed him passionately. So much so that Anthony had to push her away. With a hurt look on her face, Gwenevere said:
“You know, by tradition, on the wedding night, the King gets to have the bride before the groom.”
“Thank you. But I think that I would be a much more popular King if I chose not to exercise that right” replied Anthony.
After the wedding night, and at the King's recommendation, the happy couple traveled to Gaul for a "honeymoon". The King spent much of his time in the workshop conferencing with the collection of goldsmiths that had been gathered together at his request. Many people speculated that he was minting his own money to replace the barter system that had evolved as roman coins had become more and more scarce.
Three days after the newlyweds returned, King Anthony called the Round Table together.
"Some of you may have wondered how I was planning to obtain a source of wealth without owning large tracts of land." Said the King as he motioned for his servants to come forward. They began placing books on the table, one in front of each knight.
"I know some of you can not read. But if you look at the books in front of you, you will notice that each of them is identical and that all of the letters are crisp and easy to make out. This is what I have had the goldsmiths working on for the past month. We have made a device that I call a printing press. It allows us to make books in large quantity at a cost that is a thousand times cheaper than having scribes write them by hand. My plan is to sell these abroad to the roman provinces. In addition I intend to have all the books that we print translated into Britanic so that the common people can read books in their own language. This is the key to my plan to prevent and age of darkness and ignorance. I want to make books cheap and plentiful through out the civilized world. To that end I will now make the following proclamations: A copy of all books in the kingdom must be loaned to my printers. A system of free schools will be set up through out the kingdom to teach reading, writing and arithmetic. Attendance at these schools will be mandatory for all children both male and female between the ages of six and 18 years old."
"Sire, surely you don't mean all children?" said Pellinore "The peasants are too stupid to learn such refined subjects."
"I said all children and I meant all children." Replied Anthony. "A well educated populace is and important part of keeping the barbarians at bay. Knowledge and wisdom must be preserved and expanded."
"How are you going to pay for all of this?" asked Kay "Even if you can reduce the cost of making books, it will still cost a lot to make thousands of them. And you won't be selling any books until you have made them."
"I'm glad you asked that." Said the King with a grin. The first thing we are going to do is to make the government a different legal entity than myself. My own money and the government's money will be two completely separate things. The next thing that we are going to do is create a new kind of organization known as a corporation. This corporation will do all of the production of books and in the future, other products. But this corporation, which I shall call Stark Enterprises, or S.E. for short, will not just be owned solely by me. Each of you will give me money or resources to start up S.E. and in exchange you will own a share of the company in proportion to the amount you initial invested. When the company starts making a profit, you will receive a share of those profits in proportion to the part of the company you own."
"What if we don't want to own our share of the company any more?" asked Ewain.
"Then you can sell you share of the company to someone who wants to own more than they currently do. In fact, if the company is making a good profit, you will probably be able to find someone who is willing to pay you more than you originally invested" Replied the King. "In addition, S.E. will help support the government by paying eight percent of it's profits as a tax to help support the various endeavors that we want the government to perform like establishing schools."
The room erupted in a cacophony of shouts and many of the knights demanded the right to buy their share of the new Idea.
"But wait, there's more." Said the King with a grin as he remembered TV commercials that none of the knights would ever see. He motioned for the servant to come forward and hand him the saddle, which he put on the table in front of him.
“I promised you better weapons and armor and this is the first step. You will find that this saddle a vast improvement over the ones you have been using. These and called stirrups. They will allow you to use a lance underhanded and transfer the momentum of the horse to your strike. The high part of the back of the saddle is the help prevent you from falling off the horse. These innovations, will greatly improve your effectiveness in battle. I want to sell each of you a saddle like this and for you to begin training with them.”
After the King had sold saddles and stocks to his knights, giving them a combined total of twenty percent ownership in S.E., he moved on to other business:
“Sir Lancelot and his new bride have spent the past month traveling in Gaul. Can you tell us what you saw there?”
“Well Sire, you gave me instructions about what you wanted us to look for.” Lancelot began. “Every where we went people were pessimistic about the future. The people of Gaul don’t have much confidence in Rome’s ability to protect them. The most troubling areas were the north east, where the Franks have settled and the west where the Visagoths live. Neither of these barbarian tribes have adopted Roman culture to any extent. And the Romans who co-exist with them have started dressing and acting like the barbarians. They all have one fear in common though. The land far to the east is rumored to be ruled by a barbarian chieftain known as Attila the Hun. I think fear of Attila is the only thing that keeps the Franks and Visagoths from forming their own kingdoms independent of Rome, as the Vandals have already done.”
“Thank you Sir Lancelot” said King Anthony. “You see, it is as I predicted, we are on the edge of an abyss. Rome is about to collapse. We must provide what ever aid we can. Eventually this will mean providing military aid. But, we will have to build up our armies a bit before we can send an expeditionary force. Until then, books will help bolster their pride in Roman culture. In the same manner printing books in Britanic will help our own people to have pride in their culture.
Before we adjourn, there’s one more thing I need to discuss with you. But I can not do so here. One month from today I want to meet with all of you at Aquae Sulis. Bring your wives with you.”
As the meeting broke up the Knights wondered what their king was up to. But he refused to tell them. They would have to wait more that a month to find out. As King Anthony and his Knights were leaving the great hall of the round table, an armored horseman came riding up to the castle. He leapt off of his horse and ran toward the knights. Sir Vortigern stepped forward and said:
“My liege, I do not believe you have met my nephew. This is Sir Percy . . .”
“. . . the Black Knight” finished Anthony. “Yes. I have heard of him”
“Uncle! The Jutes are attacking!” gasped the Black Knight.
“Slow down. Tell me what has happened” urged Vortigern.
“I was out hunting when I heard the distant sounds of battle, by the time I had gotten back, Horsa and his men had taken over Dubris castle. Hengest and about 30 of his men were out side the castle walls killing anyone they could catch. I could see that I was out numbered so came back here for help.”