A Knight to Remember (Or Forget)

Previously

…The troupe's unwavering belief in my comedic potential was like a warm blanket on a cold night. They didn't see a knight who had failed; they saw a performer who had arrived. And as I donned my ridiculously flamboyant jester's hat, a new sense of purpose settled over me. Maybe being a knight wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Maybe, just maybe, my true calling was to make people laugh, one spectacular fall at a time. Pip beamed, nudging me on the shoulder. "See? A true artist!" he declared, his voice ringing with pride. And for the first time, standing there in my motley costume, surrounded by my fellow misfits, I thought, yes. Yes, perhaps I was.