“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
Summer lowered shaking hands from her mouth, where she’d clamped them to stop herself screaming. “He’s not dead,” she whispered. Clearing her throat, she repeated a little louder, “My lord, he’s not dead.”Indeed, the knight was fumbling at his helmet, trying to get it off. “Finish it,” he groaned. “You must — finish it.”
Arthur gave Summer a nod, “I know, Summer. I don’t believe that I must kill him in order to continue on.” He faced the knight, keeping a protective stance in case of a attack. “Sir Knight, is there no other way? I don’t wish to kill you, only continue on. You fought with such strength that I’ve never seen.”
“I know you say I must kill you, but there must be another way to do this.”
Feebly, the knight fought with his helmet, trying to get it off. “Please,” he rasped. “You must.”
Sighing, Summer brushed past Arthur and helped the fallen knight. She held the helmet in her hands, looking over the revealed face. Young, blue-eyed, pale curly hair limp with sweat, Much like Arthur, in fact. He lay supporting himself on one elbow, looking up at Arthur with pleading eyes.
“If you don’t, it all begins again,” he said.