Target And Arrow: Chapter 1 (Violence, Male-Female)

Apologies for the minor typos. It's also kinda taken, to some degree, by A Knight's Tale. Still other chapters won't be as such...

Target And Arrow

By David Gray

Chapter One: The Woman Who Lacks A Name

The Fair of Nobles brought all sorts of men from around the world. From the far east men in leather armor rode in on slim horses, and from the frozen north men in beat up old armor with horses the size of small dragons rode in, their hearts as cold as the land that they came from. One such man was from neither place. In fact this man was a lesser knight, a Scot who lusted for victory on the sword field. The Fair of Nobles held jousting tournaments and mace combat but Dagonet Adair excelled in pole arms and swords. None could best the young knight if he was fitted with a glaive and a sword in his hands was only just less dangerous. Not all men looked up to Dagonet and in fact many disliked him for he was of lesser class as far as nobles went and his mother of humble birth. He wasn't exactly a bastard child but he wasn't far from it. He had a small crowd that appreciated his prowess and only one lord looked up to his abilities, sponsoring his trials each tournament

Still Dagonet needed no man to prove his worth. Dagonet was feared by all but the most powerful knights, and in a short year of combat had earned many a trophy from horses to statues to women and not always in such an order. Dagonet did not only excel in the sword and the pole arms, however. He was well practiced in many other fields because not always did a tournament allow a man his pick of weaponry. Dagonet was known in the grand melee for his skills with a war hammer, and up in the cold north even the Norse knew Dagonet was better with an ax than half of them. On a horse Dagonet never liked wielding a lance but if it was called for he could break the wooden weapon against a man's head and unhorse the man in the first round.

As the knights suited up and Dagonet did so as well he stared out of the pavilion he stood in as his squire helped him with his armor. Outside he spotted a wonderful woman and knew her well. He had seen this woman at every tournament for she missed none. She was known not for her silence and how she kept it as most women were but rather how she spoke and to whom. This young woman but two years younger than the knight spoke whenever she deemed it necessary for her own convenience, and because of her high rank in the nobility, was not afraid to speak to anyone as she wished saved for perhaps the king himself. Her name was unknown to Dagonet but he knew that he would capture her and make her his own. Every tournament he noted high lords an