It had been a long, hard journey to this place, but as his King had asked of him to find his provincial son, Merek refused to give up. He had pushed through many inhospitable wilds, faced bandits and fae alike, and gone through over a dozen horses in his time on the road. It was a test of his physical prowess as a knight, of that he was certain, and yet he remained undaunted. The knight was known for his strength, his unwavering bravery, and his unusual tactics to get the desired result in battle. What he faced on this quest could not stop him, not when he had a duty to his King to fulfill.
And so it was that three weeks passed from Merek's departure from Camelot when he finally came to the Well of the Chalice. Those who knew Galahad well had given him a path to follow and a list of places to search for the adopted son of Arthur. Now, here he was, on the last of his supplies before he would have to make another detour before continuing on. Luck - or fate, depending on one's beliefs - was on his side, though, and Merek broke into an easy smile as he came down a small path on his tired horse and saw Galahad sitting by the stream. to think, he didn't even need to speak to the men at the holy site to see if Galahad had been recently there!
Once he was a little closer, he called out to the younger man. "Hail, Galahad, heir apparent to the court at Camelot!" When he was but a few feet away, Merek dismounted his horse and set it to drink and graze from the stream before turning to Galahad and bowing deeply. "It is an honor to meet you, my Lord. I am Merek, son of Brandeles, and I have been sent by his Majesty King Arthur, who has bid you return home to Camelot at once."
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And so it was that three weeks passed from Merek's departure from Camelot when he finally came to the Well of the Chalice. Those who knew Galahad well had given him a path to follow and a list of places to search for the adopted son of Arthur. Now, here he was, on the last of his supplies before he would have to make another detour before continuing on. Luck - or fate, depending on one's beliefs - was on his side, though, and Merek broke into an easy smile as he came down a small path on his tired horse and saw Galahad sitting by the stream. to think, he didn't even need to speak to the men at the holy site to see if Galahad had been recently there!
Once he was a little closer, he called out to the younger man. "Hail, Galahad, heir apparent to the court at Camelot!" When he was but a few feet away, Merek dismounted his horse and set it to drink and graze from the stream before turning to Galahad and bowing deeply. "It is an honor to meet you, my Lord. I am Merek, son of Brandeles, and I have been sent by his Majesty King Arthur, who has bid you return home to Camelot at once."