Sir Henrin Of Anchorage Essay

Sir Henrin of Anchorage was a small, poor knight. Anchorage was a small village outside Camelot, and when King Arthur knighted him he became the lowest rank of Knights, and kept his title, though a proud citizen of Camelot. He had vast knowledge in the art of dancing, and in books, as well as tremendous physical strength. Had he been born to a more wealthy family, the charcoal haired male would have been much more desirable. Sir Henrin was all right with his the small amount of things he had; the only thing he yearned for was someone to spend his time with. Be it laughing, dancing, or just simply enjoying one another’s company. He wanted the truest of courtly love, and he wanted it with the available Princess Amethyst.
King Arthur had announced …show more content…
Sir Henrin couldn’t think of a better gift than a beautiful white horse for the Princess, and he knew just the man. Much like Don Quixote, he knew he’d need a squire, or a trusty side-kick. So, was on his way to do just that.
Sir Henrin rode for half a day’s light to see Jandir, a man who raised the most beautiful horses in the land. The legend was that Jandir only raised horses fit for a Knight, but every few years a horse worth the King or his family was born. Word of mouth reminded Sir Henrin that Jandir would have had birthed a pure white horse fit for a Queen, or a soon to be Queen.
Once the Knight had arrived, the short, Harry man greeted him clad full in a fisherman’s hat, and clunky rubber boots. “Hello, Sir Henrin. I heard about your duel,” He told him.
Sir Henrin dismounted his horse, and nodded to the man in front of him. “I come offering work and opportunity. You are a smart man, a strong man. I ask that you give me the white horse, and your advice on how to overcome Sir Bueron. In return I will pay to keep your farm and family up and …show more content…
He then reached for his enemy’s spear and threw it. The precision and strength would impress even the strongest of Knights. It struck and killed his squire, and from that moment Sir Henrin knew he has won. This was both wrong, and broke his Knights Code of Chivalry. He not only went back on his word, but he also had done the opposite of protecting the weak, he had killed his squire.
The Knight, who had broken the code, rode his horse leading the beautiful one for the Princess back into the Kingdom. His rusted suit of armor was splashed wish specks of blood. The second he arrived he told a tale of jousting for the love of the Princess, and he also told the tale that his opponent Sir Bueron was the one to kill his squire. He did not speak the truth, and he did not care for his squire’s family.
When he approached the Princess, the large horse in all its beauty in hand, he bowed to her. He had done something the most brave of Knights would do. He faced a duel for the love of a woman, but he lied along the way.
“Princess, dear Princess,” Sir Henrin smiled at her, the rather full smile turned into something more charismatic. “I fought to the death for you, dear Princess, and I have brought you the most glorious of gifts. Would you accept me to be your most courtly