A Knight to Remember (Or Forget)

Previously

…Pip, his painted smile stretched impossibly wide, clapped me on the shoulder, nearly sending me sprawling again. “Magnificent, Sir Reginald! Truly magnificent! You are the star! The undisputed star of this entire troupe!” He was right. I was good at this. Unsettlingly good. And the thought that I was actually enjoying it, far more than I ever enjoyed polishing armor or practicing formations, sent a shiver of delicious unease down my spine. I, Sir Reginald, the Knight of a Thousand Pratfalls, had found my calling. And it was paved not with glory, but with banana peels and belly laughs.