the smuggler’s bible


The knights meet back at the forest glade after one year exactly. Gawaine comes alone.

“Where’s your damsel?” Uwaine says without even getting off his horse.

“My what?”

“Your damsel. Everybody had a damsel for the adventure, remember?”

Marhaus and his damsel wave from over by the fountain. Uwain’s sits behind him in the saddle braiding her hair. A breeze drifts through, shaking some branches while everybody stares at Gawaine.

“No, I don’t think any of that is ringing a bell,” he says.

Later, a blonde in a ratty dress stomps out of the woods and spits on his boots.