The knight strode impatiently into The King's presence, with his hand gripping his sword. "My Lord, thy servant hast discovered through use of those messenger doves thou gave me use of, that thy servant has a sister who lives in The Lowlands." The King sat impassively, amused at His servant's agitation. "Well, I suppose thou knew that, m'Lord. Furthermore, she is your servant, and it is completely unfit of her to live with a family of orcs. Respectfully requesting permission to rescue her and bring her to live among your servants."
The King gazed upon His young servant, shield polished to a mirror's brightness, sword razor sharp, head hot. "Why dost thou suppose I gavest thou use of the messenger doves?" He asked. "To find my sister!" He nearly shouted. "Thy servant had just gotten his fancier's patch mere weeks ago. I then inscribed a greeting upon a parchment, tossed the dove skyward, and waited to see who would respond. A young maiden from the far South Country answered right away. We began corresponding, and less than two months later, it was apparent that she was my sister. IS, my sister." The knight began pacing the granite floor. "She lives with a small family of orcs, which would be no match for my Lord's army. If I can have but half a dozen horsemen-"
The King cut him off, gently chiding his impatience. "Is thy sister in any danger? Thou knowest I would have heard of it if she was." The knight looked down at the ground, tracing patterns in the floor with his boot. "But they're orcs," he mumbled, "The daughter of a King should not live among creatures who reject you as Sovereign Lord, and instead worship gold." The King smiled. "She and thou and all of my kingdom will indeed live together one day, but the time is not now. I gave you use of those doves to encourage her, not so you can 'rescue' her. Many of my servants live in The Lowlands. And let us not forget that you were an orc before I adopted you." The Knight knew his Lord was right. "I remember. Even now I have orc-ish tendencies. But why do I get to abide in Hill Country with your servants, and she alone?"
"Do you know where I go and what I do?" The King asked, "I visited your sister last night. How canst thou call her alone?" The knight started to feel quite unlike a knight. "I cannot. I was wrong to think so. What wilt thou have me do, Sir?"
"Finish the task I set out for you, to encourage thy sister. And," he added gently, "be alert for others who are your fellowservants. Not forgetting to be kind to orcs, for I want all to come to me. Even orcs have souls." The End
The King gazed upon His young servant, shield polished to a mirror's brightness, sword razor sharp, head hot. "Why dost thou suppose I gavest thou use of the messenger doves?" He asked. "To find my sister!" He nearly shouted. "Thy servant had just gotten his fancier's patch mere weeks ago. I then inscribed a greeting upon a parchment, tossed the dove skyward, and waited to see who would respond. A young maiden from the far South Country answered right away. We began corresponding, and less than two months later, it was apparent that she was my sister. IS, my sister." The knight began pacing the granite floor. "She lives with a small family of orcs, which would be no match for my Lord's army. If I can have but half a dozen horsemen-"
The King cut him off, gently chiding his impatience. "Is thy sister in any danger? Thou knowest I would have heard of it if she was." The knight looked down at the ground, tracing patterns in the floor with his boot. "But they're orcs," he mumbled, "The daughter of a King should not live among creatures who reject you as Sovereign Lord, and instead worship gold." The King smiled. "She and thou and all of my kingdom will indeed live together one day, but the time is not now. I gave you use of those doves to encourage her, not so you can 'rescue' her. Many of my servants live in The Lowlands. And let us not forget that you were an orc before I adopted you." The Knight knew his Lord was right. "I remember. Even now I have orc-ish tendencies. But why do I get to abide in Hill Country with your servants, and she alone?"
"Do you know where I go and what I do?" The King asked, "I visited your sister last night. How canst thou call her alone?" The knight started to feel quite unlike a knight. "I cannot. I was wrong to think so. What wilt thou have me do, Sir?"
"Finish the task I set out for you, to encourage thy sister. And," he added gently, "be alert for others who are your fellowservants. Not forgetting to be kind to orcs, for I want all to come to me. Even orcs have souls." The End