The White Knight

The White Knight came marching up to the Maidens door.
A bunch of roses in his hand, by his side he hung his sword.
The White Knight had got his name, when he rose to fame,
and the colours on his Tabard were quite plain, mainly White with a Hint of Grey.

The White Knight was searching for a place overnight,
to rest his weary head.
The flowers were for the Mistress of the House,
his fellow Knights had said the Mistress was a timid mouse.

The White Knight banged politely on the door,
stood back and waited patiently for the Mistress to open the door.
The door was opened fully wide, it wasn’t the Mistress who greeted the Knight from the other side.

The Lord of the Manor was home today,
the Lord of the Manor was not so easy to sway.
The Lord of the Manor gave a tight grin and the Lord of the Manor did begin.
“Who stands before me?
“Requesting sustenance and a night within?

The White Knight knew he was almost beat but would not give up
defeat.
He quickly threw the roses away, pulled himself up, as tall as he could and proudly began to say.

“It is I who, the White Knight, who is seeking sanctuary and a night within”
“Please grant your permission to stay awhile, I can earn my keep for my sleep”
The White Knight said all of this with his best smile.
The Lord of the Manor considered the request, it was his to grant at his behest.
After considering it for some-time, The Lord of the Manor invited the White Knight in for a glass of Red Wine.

Delighted the White Knight, quickly agreed.
He did say in his mind but not out loud, two nights maybe three
I will leave this Manor in search of my destiny.
On the third day in the morning, as the sun begins its dawning,
I will be yawning, waking up ready to be on my way.

The Lord of the Manor, considering himself a fine host, showed the White Knight to his room.
The room was small with just a small bed, only big enough for him to rest his weary head.
There were no windows in the wall and no lights in the room, to take away some of the gloom.
The bed was quite basic with sheets and two pillows, the White Knights feet hung over the end and he was beginning to think, the Lord of the Manor did not like making friends.

The White Knight tossed and turned all though the night.
The White Knight was up at the crack of first light.
The Lord of the Manor was waiting downstairs, sat comfortable in,
his big comfy chair, waiting for the White Knight to duly appear.

“Alas” the Lord of the Manor did cry “Just in time”
“you can harness a horse and ride out with my men,
their building the pigs a brand-new pen”

“There’s three hours clear before breakfast is ready, now hurry
Let’s make, haste, get ready”
The White Knight was clearly fazed but
hastened and did as he was told without delays.
The White Knight had not thought, hard labour would be how his bed was bought.

Still, feeling as though he should obey,
he set out to work in the fields for the day.
Three hours went by quickly, the White Knight made his way back for food.

A quick stop then he would be back on his way, out in the fields to work all day.
No sooner had the White Knight made himself a plate of food.
The Mistress of the house came down the stairs, looking
as though she was up to no good.

The White Knight secreted himself away to see what he could find,
about the pretty Maiden and her devious mind.
The Maiden made her would down all the stairs,
until a room at the bottom of the house, where the
wine was kept.
She was quietly pulling something out of some drawers.
When the White Knight crept up behind her, giving her a fright, she leapt into the air, fell to the floor, clutching a box to her chest.

When she woke up she did say

“I can’t remember a thing about today.”
“I must have been in a deep sleep”
“Everything is a blur, please help me up and into a chair”

The White Knight being a gentleman helped her to her feet and up the stairs, settled her into a comfy chair.
Then the White Knight fled outdoors to fetch the Lord of the Manor, to implore his return post-haste, not a minute to waste.
His daughter was hurt and needed support, the White Knight began to report.


The Lord of the Manor looked surprised, looking straight into the White Knights eyes, said.
“I have no wife, no next of kin, no family of my own, I lost them last summer in a boating tragedy, and now I am so alone”
The White Knight said “I fear that’s not true”
Encouraging the Lord of the Manor, the White Knight said “do you wish to know your fate, hurry, hurry before it’s too late”


The Lord of the Manor broke into a trot, was back in the Manor in just a jot.
Alas it was not to be, when the Lord reached the room, it was empty.
The room was cast in a veil of gloom.

“I swear” The White Knight declared
“I saw your beautiful blonde wife here today, she had a box clasped to her chest, holding it like a treasure box, close to her vest”.

At once the Lord of the Manor understood and ran downstairs, taking each step quickly but with care.
He found the drawer open, the box inside missing, the room however was full of sobbing and wailing.

“I miss you too” The Lord of the Manor said to the room.
“I wanted you forever to be my darling wife and the children you carried within my legally recognised kin”

“I would have proposed that fateful night, but your Father found out and I never recovered from what he did, I bought this Manor and away I hid”
“Now you have found me my true love and here you must stay, keeping me company every day”
“Please say I Do, I so love you”

The White Knight knew he must be on his way,
giving the Lord and his ghostly wife, the space they need now that her ghostly spirit had been freed.

The White Knight, set out on his way, to travel further down the road, where he had
heard the Mistress looked like a lot like a toad.