A Medieval Awakening

The sun finds its way through the stone once again. Fresh bread and

a quiet room. A rare gift indeed. You and I both,

old friend. The bed is warm. Before the armor, there is a

moment of stillness. The kingdom wakes, and I must wake with it. Let us see

what this day brings us, Barnaby. A quick meal, then to the

stables. Good lad. Always ready for the path ahead. Today we make

our stand. Come, Barnaby. The world is waiting.

I shall return when the stars are high. Let us go.