Posted in Posted by C.S. Lewis

I skipped a part because it is going to be changed, but here is more, enjoy!

A few weeks earlier, some where in England
“Sir Edmund was the best knight the king had. He was brave, fearless, an exultant swordsman, in fact he was probably just one inch away from being perfect, except for his temper and bad table manners. Anyways, he was nearly unbeatable with the sword, though many claim this had more to do with the sword itself then with the man who wielded it.
“The sword was one of a kind, Scottish made…”
“Scottish?”
“Aye Scottish, you heard me!”
“I thought he was English.”
“He was!”
“Then why did he have a Scottish sword? Wouldn’t that be like a Confederate have a Yankee gun in the Civil War?”
“Nae, it would not be like that, now are you going to let me tell this story or not?”
“Go right ahead, I was just wondering why an English dude had a Scottish sword, and what happened to your accent.”
“Scotland makes better swords, so there! And I didn’t want to confuse you by using an accent.”
“As though using an accent could confuse me any more then I already am?”
“Will you just hush up?”
Silence, then, “Now as I was saying, many believed this wonderful Scottish sword was indeed magic. It was a long sword, very heavy; many say Sir Edmund was the only one who could pick it up…”
“If that was true the king could not have given it away because he would not have been able to pick it up…”
A smoldering gaze from the storyteller hushed the listen instantly. “Anyways, as I was saying, again! The sword was very long, on one side of it there was written, ‘For God and country,’ and on the other side, ‘For home and family,’ both writings were in Gaelic…”
“No surprise there…” This time the listener received a slap on the arm.
“Well, one day England was invaded, not by an enemy that boldly stormed the country and met the king battle, no it was invaded by a bunch of cowards who came in by night with the intent of killing the king in his bed…”
“They were probably Scots, sore at the king because he stole their sword…”
Whack! “Now hush up or I will find some duct tape! Anyways, as these men were sneaking about the castle someone saw them and raised the alarm. Sir Edmund rushed to his king’s side as the other knights searched the castle for the invaders. Sir Edmund locked the king and himself in the king’s private chambers, instructing the king to hide somewhere Sir Edmund stood guard at the door.
“How long he stood there he was not sure, but very soon it seemed there was a pounding at the door and a harsh voice yelling, ‘Open up!’”
“Oh that was smart! ‘Open up so we can kill you!’ Like any king would be that dense!”
“Now we agree on something! Anyways Sir Edmund just smiled and yelled back, ‘I will when I wake up, it is night you know and I am trying to sleep.’ This did not make the men at the door happy…”
“Duh!”
“And they pounded louder and yelled loud enough to wake all of England.”
“That would have been a good thing; someone could have come and helped.”
“Hush. Sir Edmund drew his sword; he grasped the hilt that had the image of a snake, done in gold, twisting up it, the eyes were inlaid rubies. He took a deep breath, and watched as twenty men knocked the door in and came running in. Sir Edmund smiled when he saw them, and they laughed when they saw the lone Englishman with his sword. They said…”
“We’re Scots! Now give us our sword back!”
“If you really don’t want me to finish I won’t…”
“No! I mean go ahead, I will be quiet.”
“Thank you. Anyways they looked at Sir Edmund and said, ‘Today you will die, and after you your king!’ Sir Edmund did not even bat an eye as he met them. The fight was long and you may think one sided but Sir Edmund held his own. Though he received many wounds he kept on fighting, and in the end the twenty men lay dead at his feet.
“Sir Edmund was spent however, he fell to his knees, unable to stand from lose of blood. He could hear the other knights in other parts of the castle yelling, ‘They flee! After them!’ Satisfied that his king was now safe, Sir Edmund fell over and died right there, with his sword still clasped in his hand.”
The listener was struck silent, much to the story teller’s delight. “All of England grieved Sir Edmund’s death, but none as much as the king. He had him buried in the castle’s own grounds were only royalty was buried. His sword was kept in the castle’s treasure chamber. Until the reign of King Charles.
“Charles’s son was to marry a maiden from Spain, a governor’s or something, to bring peace and trade between Spain and England. However when she finally came the prince changed his mind on marrying her. So to keep peace Charles gave her many gifts, including the sword, England’s most prized possession in an attempt to keep peace. However, right off the coast of England the princess’s ship was attacked by the pirate Red Jones the Terrible.
“Jones found the sword aboard the ship and rather then kidnap some Spanish girl and hold her for ransom he took England’s most prized possession. He intended to flee for a time and then return and offer the sword back to Charles, for a price. However, when he return to England he was met by The Phantom, a man who hunted pirates, he wore a mask and no one knew who he really was.
“The Phantom had no clue that Jones possessed the sword, and so he attacked his ship, and sunk him. As Jones’s ship was going down he ran up to the bow and shaking his fist at the Phantom yelled, ‘Ye think ye’ve won? I have Sir Edmund’s sword aboard me ship!’
“When the Phantom heard this he jumped in the ocean to try and get the sword but it was too late. As the waves swallowed the ship Jones yelled, ‘If ever anyone comes for the sword me ghost will haunt him the rest o’ his days!’
“Then the waves passed over his ship, pulling it and the crew and the sword down. And so the sword was lost, never to be seen again many believed.” The story teller lowered her voice to a sad whisper as she finished her tale.
“So what your saying is, we are supposed to go find a magical Scottish sword which some dude used to save a king’s life only to die in the end and have his sword given to some girl as a sign of peace because some prince chickened out on his wedding day and his dad didn’t want war?” Jeremy, the listener, asked.
“Aye, basically, but my version was better,” Jessie said as she rolled her eyes.