It is a bold thing Merek has done, but Galahad lacks the inflated sense of nobility that would make a knight more conscious of rank or propriety feel offended over being rebuffed. Rather than be offended, the young knight listens carefully, nodding slowly along with Merek's words.
"I know you speak true, as I know that to refuse our King is a bold act-- one some will say is willful and wicked." But what is this, even this knight's arrival, but a test of his resolve? It is by far one of the more challenging he has faced. Especially as Merek's presence presents one the first real glimpses of home that he's had in a while. Part of him does indeed wish he could give in and ride to Camelot again.
"But...Merek," The young knight reaches out to lay a gentle hand on the top of the other man's armored shoulder. "Does not our King say we should follow his code, but also do what we think is right? What I do now, this winding path I walk, is an act of love and service for my King and court. What earthly calling I could serve for him --and my life and sword are his to do as he will with for any earthly matter-- could not compare to the service I do in his name under the eyes of God. If I deliver us the Grail emblem of His grace, and prove that not mountains nor strife, nor the words of those I trust, will not shake my faith?" His mouth curves into the smallest of smiles, but the sense of calm certainty about him holds. "What can that do but prove our King's reign is blessed by God as we know it to be? This is my purpose, Merek; I have seen it in waking visions and with the same clarity with which I see you sit before me now."
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"I know you speak true, as I know that to refuse our King is a bold act-- one some will say is willful and wicked." But what is this, even this knight's arrival, but a test of his resolve? It is by far one of the more challenging he has faced. Especially as Merek's presence presents one the first real glimpses of home that he's had in a while. Part of him does indeed wish he could give in and ride to Camelot again.
"But...Merek," The young knight reaches out to lay a gentle hand on the top of the other man's armored shoulder. "Does not our King say we should follow his code, but also do what we think is right? What I do now, this winding path I walk, is an act of love and service for my King and court. What earthly calling I could serve for him --and my life and sword are his to do as he will with for any earthly matter-- could not compare to the service I do in his name under the eyes of God. If I deliver us the Grail emblem of His grace, and prove that not mountains nor strife, nor the words of those I trust, will not shake my faith?" His mouth curves into the smallest of smiles, but the sense of calm certainty about him holds. "What can that do but prove our King's reign is blessed by God as we know it to be? This is my purpose, Merek; I have seen it in waking visions and with the same clarity with which I see you sit before me now."