A Knight to Remember (Or Forget)

Previously

…My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm of pure terror. My knightly training offered no solace. There were no dragons to slay here, only laughter. And as Pip gave me a final, encouraging shove, I could only hope that my inherent clumsiness, the very thing that had plagued me my entire life, would somehow, miraculously, save me. Because right now, my noble quest felt like a very distant memory, drowned somewhere in a puddle and a whole lot of sheep wool.