Knight for a Day by Kate McMullan

Author:Kate McMullan
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin USA, Inc.

Wiglaf lay on his cot at rest hour. He didn’t blame Daisy for not talking. Not after the squires’ rude remarks. Maybe if he brought Sir Lancelot to the henhouse by himself, Daisy would speak. That would impress Sir Lancelot. And Wiglaf very much wanted to impress the famous knight.

The end-of-rest-hour bell rang. The students jumped up from their cots.

“It is time for the Sir Lancelot Fair!” Erica cried. “Come! Let us be off!”

Wiglaf, Erica, and Angus ran down the stairs and out to the castle yard. They stopped, amazed. Long tables had been set up and draped in gay colors. Every table was piled high with official Sir Lancelot products.

“I am glad that I saved every cent Uncle Mordred has paid me for working these last three years!” Angus exclaimed. He opened his hand. In it lay three copper pennies.

“Boys! Over here!” called Squire Squint.

They hurried over to his table.

“Look,” said the squire. He held up a small wooden whistle. “The official Sir Lancelot duck call. Only two pennies.”

Erica looked puzzled. “I don’t remember that in the catalog,” she said. “When would Sir Lancelot ever want to call ducks?”

“When he has soup and wants some quackers!” cried Squire Squint. He slapped his knee, laughing. “All right,” he went on. “Who wants a jar of Sir Lancelot elephant repellant?”

“But there isn’t an elephant within miles of DSA!” Angus exclaimed.

“See? It works!” cried Squint. “Here, lad. Buy this pair of Sir Lancelot fuzzy dice!”

He handed Wiglaf a string that held two big furry red dice with white spots.

“Just six pennies!” the squire added.

“I have never seen fuzzy dice in the Sir Lancelot catalog, either,” Erica remarked.

“They’re new!” Squint said. “Tie them to your sword for luck. Or to ward off the green plague. Who wants the dice?”

“I should like to have them,” Wiglaf said. “I have no pennies, but—”

Squint quickly grabbed the dice back. He dangled them in front of Angus.

Angus looked down at his three pennies.

Squint, too, eyed the pennies.

“For you,” he said, “half price.”

“Oh, thank you, Squire!” Angus exclaimed.

Squint quickly pocketed Angus’s pennies.

He turned to Erica. “And for you? How about a nice Sir Lancelot souvenir tunic?”

He held up a white tunic. Black letters on it spelled out: My brother met Sir Lancelot and all I got was this lousy tunic.

“No, thanks,” Erica muttered. “Not even with my ten-percent discount.” She turned to Wiglaf and Angus. “Come on, let’s go.”

The three walked all around the fair. They passed student teachers selling Sir Lancelot mead mugs. They saw Squire Knuckle selling bottles of Sir Lancelot Sure-Thing Wart Cure. Beside him was a stack of Sir Lancelot cart bumper stickers. They said: “ISir Lancelot!”

Wiglaf saw Mordred showing a group of boys and their parents around the castle yard.

“Knights of the Round Table often drop in to visit us here at DSA,” he told them. “They never go to Dragon Stabbers’ Prep. Or Knights “R” Us.”

Angus rolled his eyes. “Uncle Mordred is making the most of having Sir Lancelot here!”

“We have fairs like this all the time,” Mordred went on.

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