Week 13 Story: A Knight and Her Maiden
“It’s her.” These were the simple words going through Britomart’s mind as she gazed at the fair maiden before her. The wicked Enchanter turned and raised his staff to deliver a death blow to his prisoner, the maiden who stood bound to a pillar by magic rope. Britomart lunged between them in the nick of time, raising her sword and mortally wounding the Enchanter with a fierce blow. As he fell to the ground and life slipped away from him, the ropes around the maiden went limp and slipped off her frail body. Her skin had turned blue where the tight bonds dug into her skin. “Noble knight! You have freed me from a life of misery in this vile place. How can I ever repay your kindness?” Britomart heard these words, but could not comprehend them as she stood gazing at the maiden through the metal plate surrounding her eyes; she had seen this face before. Many months prior, Britomart’s father, the King, had given her the gift of a magic mirror, which he had gotten from