Grail Quest #3: The Shadow Companion
Chapter One
"You have the manners of a crow and the voice of a cockerel, wrapped in the body of a mewling coward."
"And you, sir, are white-necked, flower-hearted, and weak-kneed."
The two men glared at each other, hovering near their swords.
"Hold!" A strong, masculine voice rang out under the arched stone roof, echoing impressively.
Sir Matthias was older than many of the knights on the Quest, but he had a pair of lungs that had lost nothing over the years, and he knew how to project his deep voice over an entire battlefield. Filling the hall of a relatively small monastery was no difficulty at all. Even the carvings of saints in niches on the wall seemed to stiffen and stand a little straighter at Matthias's bellow. The two knights who had been exchanging insults did likewise, but did not back down completely.
Soon after leaving Camelot, it had become evident that the group of forty-seven knights and squires was simply too large to move smoothly on such a far-ranging quest. Squabbles had broken out over whose tent was placed where, or whose squire di ... read full excerpt from: Grail Quest #3: The Shadow Companion ebook
