What came in was a man of good stature, not unlike a tavern where the roughnecks gathered at the end of the place.
But his face was crushed and he looked tired.
"Someone. I don't care who you are."
The man told him to come in and plead with no one.
"Can anyone save your wife"
The words give rise to voices from drunkards who have learned a lot of interest.
"Oh my God, that sounds interesting. Come here and tell me more."
It was this story that the man told as he was questioned.
A nobleman's wife was suspected of being intimate with the enemy.
To an angry nobleman, his wife appealed to him diligently for his innocence.
The nobility did not believe the explanation, but broke by the desperation of his wife and said this at the end.
"If that's all you have to say, fine. If your words are true, you will have the help of the gods. Find a brave warrior who can win a duel with Knight Augley within thirty days of today. If that brave man beats Augley, I'll admit you're innocent. But if you can't bring a warrior, I'll snap your neck. If the brave man I brought in can't beat Augley, I'll rip your chest open."
Knight Augley was the bravest man under his nobility, as well as the accuser in this case.
It was the wife's claim that the snitch was his vengeance against his wife, who had so badly channelled her favor.
The wife's ally was only one loyal squire to serve before she was married.
Immediately sent his squire to the nearby city to recruit brave men, but everyone lay down their faces just to hear Augley's name.
The chosen squire came to this city, far from the name of Augley.
Surely, there was no one in this tavern frightened by the name of Augley.
But when everyone heard the story, he laughed with his nose and shook his neck to the side.
Some blatantly cursed.
The poor wife had nothing to offer the warrior but the honor of breaking Augley and saving her own life.
So when Barte, who heard the story, was named, his squire ecstatic.
It would also be natural for the boy with whom he was listening next door to pull the hem of Barte's clothes to stop him.
"Stop it, Barte. There's nothing for you."
"The sword arms stand, but I knew you were still a kid. Almark is."
Barte said so, peeking into the boy's face and laughing.
"I wouldn't take a story like this if it was loaded with gold and silver treasures to thank you. Nothing in return. Nobody gets their hands on it. That's why it's okay."
I knew this kind of character of this swordsman who came together on the journey, even to Almark, that I didn't like it anymore.
Barte, dreaming of becoming a knight, did have a sword far above Almark's skill, but he was so popular even in Almark that he was impressed that he had survived so well that he stuck his neck in a rub that he didn't gain anything.
Almark, who fits with it in his journey, was not an accumulation.
"I wish I had honor and pride. That would be the knight."
Barte, a mere swordsman of the journey, neither a knight nor anything, always groaned so against the fed up face of the mercenary-rising Almark boy.
So there was no wonder where Barte was moved by this squire's story and wanted sympathy with his doubtful wife.
"They'll be bad for you. Knight Au Grey. I've heard about your name before."
That's what Almark advised.
Almark had unique knowledge of mercenaries who were sensitive to battlefield information.
"I'm talking about waving a silly big axe lightly. You're strong, but you're not the kind of guy who fights for nothing."
"It's getting better."
Barte slapped Almark on the shoulder.
"This is where my knight story begins."
Besides, Barte added:
"If you cross the Menover Strait, it'll be a passage anyway."
Almark was much stuck.
Indeed, its noble territory was the land on which Almark was on his way south and had to pass.
In the end, Almark broke.
Barte and Almark hastened the journey, along with a squire who thanked them all for their worship.
To its aristocratic territory, seven days on foot.
And because the day of the covenant between the nobility and his wife was also seven days later.
During the journey, Barte continued to tell Almark.
The courage shown in a scene of no return is the true courage.
The brave man who can show it is the true knight who deserves the blessing of the brave gods of the North.
For Almark, who was born as the son of a mercenary and had already experienced many battlefields, Barte's theory of ideals sounded dim.
"I'm telling you a lot, but in the end, the point is, you want to succeed as a knight, too, right?
Barte shook his head with pleasure at Almark's chilled inquiry.
"I do want to succeed as a knight. But that's probably not what you think it is, Almark."
Seven days later, when that nobleman arrived in the city where he was lord, the square was already equipped with an execution table, the depths of which were on the verge of being drawn out to the executioner.
"Please wait, please wait"
The squire screamed, scratching the crowd and advancing before the lord.
"I've taken a brave man to prove your wife's innocence. Please, wait."
The lord peeled his eyes as surprised.
A giant man who would refrain beside him was Knight Augrey.
"To prove the innocence of the poor lady's body and soul"
From behind the crowd, Barte raised his voice with dignity.
"Knight Barte. I came to the top."
"Don't call yourself a knight."
In a small voice, Almark says, but where is the wind blowing Barte?
"What? I'm a knight now, as opposed to fighting a knight."
"Come on, knight Balte and do it."
The lord spoke heavily, and the waves of the crowd broke.
I also saw in the eyes of Almarks a woman kneeling, sandwiched by a lord and an Augley, and an executioner.
"Looks like a goddess"
Barte said.
"I guess so."
Almark did not agree.
But even though it is, Almark also found that the woman has a temperament that she cannot take away.
"Let's do it, Almark. I'll try to save that wife."
That's what Barte said, squeezing the pattern of his hips sword.
"Do as much as you can."
said Almark.
The square, which was supposed to be an execution ground, turned into a dueling ground.
As the crowd watched over the faraway wind, Barte rose his name in grandeur in front of his lord as a knight, then knelt before his wife, strictly naming him.
And to Almark's ear, who followed behind him with the treatment of Balte's squire, his wife had a fine voice, but it was clear,
"I am innocent"
I heard you say that.
"Have a strong heart"
Barte said.
"It won't be long."
"Please. Dear Knight Barte,"
When the wife said that, Almark didn't know what to describe the look on Balte's face.
The duel opened the curtain from the onslaught of Augley, a warrior who at first sounded like a sound.
Lightly wielding a huge axe that was even difficult to lift in a regular person, Augley approached Balte.
Barte, however, lets the fierce attack, with a single sword, run away all of it.
An unparalleled, windy sword.
Balte's sword moves, unrivaled no matter how many times Almark took him, were particularly daunting today.
The two names Barte calls himself, "The Silver Whirlwind," have not spread to the public, but it was a shameless battle by that name anyway.
Eventually Augrey's fatigue weakens the axe's momentum.
With that momentary gap, Barte's sword was poked at Augley's neck.
Augley's face is distorted.
As Barte poked his sword even more perfectly, Augley threw the axe to the ground.
Convinced of the victory, Barte slowly lowered his sword, it was at that moment.
Ogley quickly pulled out his hips dagger.
It was an instant event.
Augley stabbed the dagger deep into Barte's flank.
"Barte!"
Almark screamed, but Barte did not leak one groan.
Grabbing Augley's wrist with the dagger with his left hand, he clenched it as it was.
Augley's face distorted in amazement.
The murky sound of a bone called mistletoe.
Augley raised a scream of pain.
Say it.
Barte said.
"The truth."
Ogley shakes his head.
And when his arm was lifted, he made a noise, and Barte let go, even as Augley exclaimed.
"Or tell the truth in the presence of God"
"Okay."
Finally, Augley admitted.
My accusations were false.
Then what happened to the wife who gave the proof of her innocence?
What happened to Augley, who admitted to false accusations in front of his lord?
Almark doesn't know.
I wasn't even interested.
Only later that night, Barte died.
Until the end Barte had a satisfying grin.
"I'm satisfied, Almark. Save the lady and die a knight."
Barte said that on the floor of death.
"You know how I feel, Almark."
"I don't know."
Almark shook his head.
But even if I got into trouble, I still remembered why I chose to travel with this man, and why.
It was strange and dazzling for Almark to see that unintended way of life, which was never in his mouth, but unusual for northern humans.
I couldn't wait to be sad to lose this man here and now.
"I still think you did something stupid."
said Almark.
"There was no need for you to fight for a strange aristocratic woman. But why not? I don't know if you've done something very honorable."
"It's time for you to know, sooner or later."
Barte said with tender eyes.
"My story is about that wife and her squire, and you know it. I'm happy with that."
"I won't forget."
Almark also found out that Barte couldn't help anymore.
"" Whirlwind Knight. "Or" Silver Knight. "Which is your two names?"
When asked so, Barte smiled with his far-sighted eyes.
"Right, I..."
That was the last time.
Barte's answer to Almark's question was no longer forever.
Earlier the next morning, he asked his squire to bury Barte, and Almark left the city.
Protecting someone's life without intention.
I wasn't sure what Almark meant yet.
But in the brain of the boy who hurried the journey to shake off his grief, the figure of a brave knight who gathered silver armor and smiled in the cold wind disappeared.