I Become My Own Knight

I will not be that Maiden who, waiting, learns her Fate has been decided by others. I will not sit by, in my tower, while the World, with its battles and love stories, unfolds beneath me, out of reach.
 
I will take off my gown, take off my jewellery and bind up my hair.
 
I will go to the armoury, and put on such armour that shines in the sun, reflective of its brilliance.
 
I will go to the smithy and take up such a sword that it sings at my touch and cries for battle.
 
I will go down to the stables, my horse saddled and waiting, a magnificent creature to carry me swiftly into the heart of the struggle. My banner is high, fluttering in the wind.  My helm is polished and my visor is down. I see only the road ahead.
 
All fear is chased away as onwards I ride. Towards the clash, towards the thunder and towards the blood; an echo of what sings in my ears.
 
I ride into battle to save myself.