The knight, his name a mystery, lowered himself
into a dirty cart—for untouchables only—
since it was the fastest way to reach his love.
She’d been carried off to a distant castle.
The expedient risked a life of humiliation
for love. The insults came despite his being
a shining champion of arms, unmatched
in skill and strength in tournaments and battle.
Like fire, love burnished his deeds
and ashes of disgrace fell from his name: Lancelot.
There are purer loves to take, like justice.
Champions of the bench face condemnation
coming from rogues who deny their station
as keepers of accord over chaos.
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