Honor

Sir Knight, do you yield?

Nay! I yield not to your godless vanity. I fight to on to salvation!

I seek to spare yee knave!

Nay, you seek to spare my body to serve your vanity with my living defeat.

Fool and brave knight I spare you in spite of yourself. The Lady desires thy soul in spite of my shadow over thee. True I would by my own hand also steal that which I have already won yet in truth it is I that am defeated here. Look! Even now the Lady begs I spare thee!

Wretched coward! You disgrace the victory God has given thee by judging in his
stead. Ye dare cast shadow upon God to better thine own name? A mountain of nobels could not match the vanity of thine heart!

Yes! I am vain as all men are. And I would steal even that which is holy! Yet in my godless vanity would admit wrong amidst victory come to me at great risk. Thou art a fearsome adversary and in no way do I stand over thee in confidence.

Thou art a braggart not worthy the color adorning thy personage. Slay on knave lest I rise and smite thee!

I would to God spare thee a mortal wound even though God himself hath shown me to smite thee. My ungodliness is thy salvation. Please knight! Rise with honor even as I humble myself to thine courage.

You dare mock god and honor. Tis thyself ye seek to spare of cowardice. Ye shall have your prize and her spite. Though defeated I die in honor. Tis I that offer thee salvation in forcing thy hand to god's will. But I say in honesty I wish not her spite upon thee for her own sake.

Good and honorable knight, fellow warrior, surely we are akin in spirit and you will grant me favor in my desire to spare thee and not condemn me before god. Can we not depart in life?

Would you have me a wailing wench to cater to thine weakness? Even as I lie in defeat, lost to my greatest desire of the lady I cling to that which is holy even as thou casts to swine. Tis God that condemns thee and not I. Must I slay myself?

I may yet finish thee but for my ungodliness. Must honor demand blood from all sides to be satisfied? Cannot life on occasion triumph over blood? I beg thee knight, spare me this honor and tis I shall be inspired to honor by thee! Surely thy loved ones will thank thee. Can you not see? Tis the Lady that begs thee, not I!

Good and godless knight, you are the devil come to tempt me from my rightful place. I beg thee knight. Honor me lest I live in shame.

Yes knight. I will honor thee, and in so doing carry regret all my days. For in thine death I kill that which once I loved and mine prize now a bitter taste in my throat. As I am godless in thine eyes, I ask thee and not god's forgiveness.

Sir knight, god shall redeem thy spirit.