Battle Ballad of the Royal Knight
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King Elias Pendragon, now armed with Excalibur and firmly established as the ruler of Camelot, is suddenly faced with conundrums that no sword can conquer. Shanista, daughter of a thwarted usurper and love interest of the first knight of the realm, is on trial for the attempted murder of former Queen Guinevere. Is there a way for this matter to be resolved to the satisfaction of all parties involved? Or will Shanista be the next woman to tear apart the court of Camelot?
Elias is expected to form a marital union of his own. Torn between conflicting emotions, will he accept Belinda, the logical and expected choice as his wife and queen? Or like Sir Lancelot, is he hopelessly in love with a woman who is already betrothed to his closest friend? It will take the new King and all his councilors' wisdom to successfully navigate these imminent issues and domestic controversies.
Meanwhile the Vikings of Scandia have united, mass producing the most dangerous weapon from the Roman world, and are equipped with enhanced metallurgy and a terrifying navy. They are subjugating the continent of Europe, which cries out to Camelot for assistance. Will King Elias be able to rally his country in time to meet this enemy on neutral ground? Or will Pendragon's kingdom be the next to fall to the northern pagan menace?
All these questions will be answered by Battle Ballad of the Royal Knight, the third installment of the critically acclaimed Camelot Chronicles series, written in melodic verse of joyful gravity. Step through a portal into an English Renaissance as engaging as anything History can provide.
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Battle Ballad of the Royal Knight - Robert Murray
Battle Ballad of the Royal Knight
Robert Murray
Copyright © 2023 Robert Murray
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First Edition
PAGE PUBLISHING
Conneaut Lake, PA
First originally published by Page Publishing 2023
ISBN 979-8-88793-547-8 (pbk)
ISBN 979-8-88793-557-7 (digital)
Printed in the United States of America
Table of Contents
Notes By The Author
Retraction from The Lion of Camelot: Camelot Chronicles Volume 2 (Line Number 673 on Page 38)
About the Author
Now we shall continue the chronicle
Extending what is now canonical
With our renewed lyrical wizardry
With no need for hat that is conical.
We shall breathe life into the withered tree
And civilize the abominable.
With God, what can I summon to my side?
Righteous knights behaving chivalrously?
Villains doing the unconscionable?
A Pendragon's first night with his shy bride?
Let us begin in the middle where we
Left off in our previous history,
Of how slyly Shanista the spy lied,
But she was that sweet burst from a berry
That could win a devious victory
Over lord Martain who, with a sigh, cried:
"My queen, you cannot dare to outstare me!
For my duty, I could no fitter be.
Not one soul that did recently fly died
Because my negligent mind went airy."
She was not pleased with the delivery,
Guinevere all but stabbed him with eye knives:
"And yet you have let Satan ensnare thee!
She compromised the kingdom's protection,
Naming my royal person as high prize!
Targeting where we were least prepared! We
Could have sputtered and suffered subjection!
I will not order her death. I will die wise.
It's said you give an order errantly
When you know it will meet in rejection.
King Elias will now be idolized,
I just recommend she be arrested
Until it all receives his inspection."
Then the queen egressed with a mighty stride
From the presence of those she detested
As evidenced by her snide inflection.
Bard Varnell would not again likely glide,
Enemy numbers was what he quested,
A signal fire announced their coming,
A stir unmatched by Aphrodite's thighs
Being unveiled, not one saw and rested,
Sprinting, for they would not dare mere running.
He was never one to spare pricey buys,
So his wings were the ones he selected,
An item he should not have feared shunning,
For the waxy glue was not waterproof,
And from the last use, they were neglected.
He plummeted and did not spare grunting
When he crashed hard into mother earth's roof—
The treetops; the wings were now defective.
He had been in this forest, hare hunting,
Yet his neck was in another, worse noose,
Surrounded by the presence of wood folk.
He had recently learned of the monk King's
Return. "Don't try to take your brother's loot,
If you come to the castle I should hope
All your cups will be filled as you chums sing
In perfect timing with your lover's lute.
Casting for letting me free's a good vote,
To the thought to murder me let none cling."
One of the wood said, "How you hover? Shoot!
That's more than a simple feller could hope
To hear about. Have some deer and dumpling."
Grounded, what Varnell could do was recruit,
So he gathered several dozen bowmen
Who did not wish to see the realm crumbling.
Many were nearby as the King rebuked
The horde in a tone to hush an ocean,
The raiders removing their helms, stumbling
From the light in their eyes, now resolute
With a will to serve beyond corrosion,
By a sense of awe overwhelmed, humbling
Their pride, leaving their inner devil mute.
The King felt phenomenal emotion,
How he was now obeyed without grumbling,
With glowing aura to settle disputes,
Outshined the mere nominal devotion
He received before, without the famed sword.
Men who do not in battle revel, droop,
To their foes a comical implosion,
As they lop off the place where the brain's stored,
The tale told to tones from a speckled flute.
He looked to signs from God for an omen,
To his being the fervent prayers came, poured
Out from his soul. "Of the two, who's the wife?
Who looks, who cooks, who can craft a poem?
Who can, when there's a river from rains, ford
The stream? And will she bring the rudest strife?
I cannot expect some magic potion,
For these are the bonds and yokes that chain lords,
And to fail the test is to loseth life.
I cannot stop the thoughts of Rosamund
As fair Belinda walks through the same doors
And agrees when I think the music's nice.
The lady Belinda is so jocund,
But with a poor wife could I not gain more
Warmth? He who marries loveless chooses ice,
For even if a woman grows rotund,
Her familiar wisdom and affection
Appreciates, does not reduce in price,
That is why my rhyme echoes Rosamund.
I will venture out with a collection
Of the bravest men they recruit as knights,
Always hunting so as to slow the funds
Spent on our progress, or say: ‘inspection
Of the national defenses,' so she,
The Queen, comes at me with no show that numbs
Me into a deep state of dejection
Until her manner makes me feel cozy.
Before I pick, I want to know this one:
Rosa, I must put her to the question.
Will she be a queen or a weak toady?
I do love Bel', and I fear a David
May rise in me, and within my breast win.
I must be no tyrant, but speak boldly,
Warlike, but never to spear what's sacred.
Still, my soul holds onto this impression
Of this girl who to the King preached holy
Homilies which were on his mind pasted
As he sallied forth on his daring quest.
Who can cajole, console, and enfold me
In poetic love with no line wasted?
It does not need to be a baroness,
I shall be bound to her till our souls flee
To Heaven's kingdom on our climb hasted
By God, no longer trapped in barren flesh,"
Said the King. Before the tale grows moldy
And stale, let us find answers evasive
On a road where two feared knight errants met
To exchange news from about the kingdom,
From solitude their manners abrasive,
Alert, though there was no apparent threat.
Each man wandered with no certain income;
Both spoke and were by candor elated,
And neither one's nostrils were flaring yet;
So it's possible that we might win some
Profit and be by glamor sedated,
Just so we might escape the glaring debt,
And thus hoist the sail when the right winds come
Before the waves leave us inundated.
"Lord Martain was in the fray, scaring sets
Of Picts by the Clyde who have now been stunned
Since they have been quite propitiated.
Ladies in court now wear their hair in decks,
Camelot's true knights do not sin in fun,
But a growing group has simulated
Some of their practices, but bastardized
The message and has thereby dimmed the sun,
Obstructing what they had emulated,
And by recruiting have metastasized."
King Elias was out to spin the sum
Of corrupt knights being venerated
For the mere martial skill that wrath provides
To absolute zero above the ground,
The sixth commandment he contemplated.
He caused neither a twig to snap, nor sighed,
Feeling the holy divine love abound,
He approached where the ghosts congregated
With his perfect step, his well-practiced stride.
No natural pressure could budge a sound
From the young monarch blooming in his prime,
Who held excellence without massive pride,
No negative adjective smudged a noun.
There were now new foes looming to define
An amalgamated generation,
And Elias would not begrudge the crown:
A harp needing no tuning to refine
Its fitting place in the orchestration,
The most attuned ear would not drub him down.
Lord Varnell rode a horse beside the fine
Runner hefting an enormous blade in
The royal grip all hailed when judged aloud.
With no grail he was still denied divine
Insight and enlightened cogitation.
He knew his duty, to see it through he
Went out knowing God would provide the sign,
Faith was not practiced with moderation.
"Varnell, of your men, only a few flee.
I approve the plan your mind designed
To train the knights to fight in formation.
There are not many world leaders who see
To fixing how a soldier's spine's aligned,
They are not addressing his privation.
I say, give him the diet that grew me.
If we can't grow crops here we'll find the clime
We need with rich soil and hydration."
"Your Majesty, do not misconstrue please,
I, Varnell, am merely a rhyming mime,
Fabled Lord Martain is the architect
Of the vast war machine that can do these
Mighty feats, whom none are denying climb
The high heights. What if Noah's ark was wrecked?
Their return must proceed the first dew freeze,
Or men will fall in the snow, dying blind
Shortly after the harshest darkness sets."
The King said, "This peripheral menace,
Which has a mask, and what's behind's rapine,
As long as it still lives, my heart is vexed.
They shall make the unlivable endless,
But a radiant sun in time will shine
And then another thirst will parch us next."
Varnell gave a thoughtful look, and then this:
"Sire, I just read in Polybius,
That when a legion and phalanx are pressed,
The legion is too much to contend with.
It's as if I have been perfidious,
From dismal defeat my larynx is stressed.
Time is of no value once we spend it
On incorrect pursuits oblivious
To the truth. Now we are doomed for certain,
Obeying obsolete martial tenet.
Oh how faithless Fortune is pitiless,
There is a premature, looming curtain,
Any can fall from a burst appendix,
Any open wound is insidious.
Sire, why isn't your booming curse an
Arrow in my ear? Why this eccentric
Mad laughter? At least a lascivious
Lout would clout me. Is this a diversion
From fear, or has madness been cemented
In your psyche by spirits hideous?
Suffering from some sort of incursion
And being left much worse than demented?"
The King answered, "It's battle giddiness!
Of the two, phalanxes, I prefer 'em,
Here one shall fit the style I invented.
I am cavalry, if I whinny it's
Due to oneness with the universe in
All things to which the divine assented.
Until I sin, greatness within me sits
Stabbed into an alabaster pillar.
No necessity to rhyme prevented
Communicating the tempest's abyss,
In it I became a master killer,
But realize death is to be lamented.
Caught off guard by an eccentric ellipse,
The final puzzle at last bewilders,
And we must pay our bodies as penance.
Pardon, but I had to vent it a bit,
I was somehow drunk without the millers
When you whined and cried with every sentence."
In war he could become intemperate,
However, in peace could be a builder,
Even when the weather was inclement.
The bridge the High King approached was narrow;
The air could have been a flower wilter,
He thought he would need to be insentient
Not to feel threatened, foes worse than callow
Ruined earth over which he was the tiller,
And now it must be his royal penchant
To weed what was making his field fallow.
Until there was no value in silver
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