When time was gay, the village was an uproar in happiness, singing like the birds, for a holiday was here, Lancelot was here with it. Also, present was a friend of the Knight’s by the name of Francis. These two were talking in earnest, about crops, and swordsmanship, and sometimes political matters. While talking over the cost of wheat at the time, a rustle of a nearby bush was barely audible over the celebrational noise. Lancelot held up a hand for silence, and the bush trembled repeatedly. Lancelot drew his sword and called, “Who goes there?” No response was given, and other bushes around the clearing started shivering. Then a distant thunder broke the silence, while many people started to run towards the stone tower in the center of the clearing. The river of men, women, and children swept Lancelot inside, but not before he managed to take up his lance. Men with rusty pikes and spears dug out of attics sere positioned at the door to stab at enemies between the slats of the iron portcullis. As the thundering of hooves grew, so did the bustle of men readying defenses from the tower, such as stored oil and tinder, and some stones, with the addition of many bows and arrows. The first horseman to appear was a well-built man with hard eyes, bulging arms, a night-black stallion with strong flanks, and armor that was darker than the horse. His cronies followed him into the village; a gang of green beans with beady eyes and random pieces of armor taken from random peasants in neighboring towns. More bandits appeared, some short and squat ones that emerged from the bushes, some that did not even seem to see the others and were almost as muscular as the man in the black armor, whom Lancelot took to be the leading officers under the dark-suited man.
After all the bandits were in the clearing and staring up at the tower, the dark-suited man whispered a few commands to his different men, and they gave commands to their men, and the band split up. Half went around the tower in a ring to prevent escape, while the rest attempted burning out, picking off defenders with bows, and even trying to break the portcullis to invade the tower. All the while, the villagers had lit the fires and warmed the oil, while stones were constantly falling on the attackers and the children were running and fetching more wood, more stones, and more spears to replace broken ones down at the portcullis. After a while the dark-suited man shook his head at his troops’ futile effort and took matters into his own hands, breaking an old oak to use as a ram. At this point it was about noon, and he called his other five muscle-men to help him, and all six of them took out the portcullis at three blows.
The bandits swarmed the tower; though the peasants put up quite a good fight what with uphill battle, they soon gave out under the sheer number of bandits. Lancelot himself took down many a bandit, but soon was the last defender. The bandits left him alone, but everyone else was taken prisoner to be slaves. That was as much as Lancelot was able to intimidate out of one of the bandits he cornered, as well as the location of the castle they were being stolen away to.
He immediately started out for the castle to try to gain it before the bandit pack by using side roads. As he rode, he came upon one of the brutes the dark-suited man, who was apparently called the Black Knight, had used as ram-swingers. It was evening and the man challenged Lancelot to a duel to see just how far his own strength would go. The man was easily defeated as his strength waned with the sun, as Lancelot figured out quickly. He thus assumed the others did as well. The man was sent back to Camelot with instructions to go to the king. He chanced upon the second and third, to whom he gave the same instructions in turn. Just before the edge of the woods onto the plain leading up to the castle, the two remaining knights were guarding the path. One was asleep, the other nodding, but he could tell the second was still as alert as ever, which seemed to be not very. He snuck up from behind the nodding one, and struck out. What he had miscalculated was that this one wore his armor under his clothes. This allowed him to alert the other man, who took a second to recover from shock. Once recovered though, they began circling each other like cornered cats. The first to lash out was the seemingly armorless one, and as Lancelot parried the first blow the second struck from behind. Lancelot fell, dizzied by the hilt which had struck the rear of his head, and recovered faster than they expected. His lightning bolt of a sword flashed, striking them both to the ground before they could blink. He left them there as he set out across the field towards the castle.
Once up to the door, he used a bronze mallet to put a dent in the gong which announced his arrival. The Black Knight himself came to see who he was to fight and saw the man who had planned the defense at the village. Snarling, he called for his sword. Lancelot drew his, and rushed forward like a mad boar, already flowing into an attack. The Knight countered as he received his sword, and as the battle raged on into the day, the Knight’s strength increased as Lancelot’s decreased. By the time the sun reached its zenith, he was doing his best to not be crushed by the flashing blade and flying objects hurled by the Knight. He then noticed the Knight’s strength quickly failing as the sun fell to twilight, and as the man began an attack, Lancelot slid to the side and kicked the Black Knight in the ribs. With the man down, he caught the other man’s hilt, gave a quick twist of the wrist, and a flick of his sword and the Black Knight was disarmed and under Lancelot’s leather boot.
As the man was now prisoner, Lancelot was welcomed into the castle as a hero by the slaves and bandits who feared the Black Knight and had just been liberated. He slaved and scared bandits had revolted against the other men of the group while the Black Knight was gone. These men he sent back home, whereas the Black Knight he sent to Camelot along with news of Lancelot’s success at ending the terrible reign of the Black Knight.