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Vyvor joined the other knights. He would bide his time to do what was right.
    Sir Charge smiled. It really was gross, but he continued to do it. Luckily, only other gross-looking undead people were around, so it didn’t bother them too much. Sir Charge surveyed his order.
    â€˜We doth be a new order now, with new views and new ideals. As such, a new name must be chosen.’
    â€˜Charlene?’ Sir Reel suggested. No-one agreed.
    â€˜Knights of the Round Table?’ asked Sir Kewlar.
    â€˜It has already been used, Dumbhead,’ was Sir Lee’s contribution.
    â€˜Yo, we are black as, knights,’ said Sir Fing. ‘Verily, dudes, our name must reflect this.’
    â€˜Black doth not reflect,’ Sir Lee grumbled.
    â€˜â€™Tis true, black doth not reflect,’ Sir Tification confirmed. ‘Thy grumpy one is correct.’
    But Sir Charge thought it was a great idea.
    â€˜The Black Knights,’ he said. ‘A brilliant suggestion, Sir Fing, thou art commended. All hail the Black Knights and the power we shall achieve.’
    â€˜ALL HAIL THE BLACK KNIGHTS!’ shouted the rest of the order, raising the goblets filled with blood that Sir Plyer had somehow gotten his hands on. They drank deeply and cheered. A new order had begun.

ete McGee’s first day of training did not go as planned. But we shall get to that shortly. First, let us go back to the good part of the day … the morning, before training started.
    Mrs McGee had cooked up a cracking breakfast for her young knight to be. Scrambled eggs. Toasted bread. Mushrooms. Freshly squeezed oranges. The works. It was Pete’s favourite breakfast.
    Everyone was excited, especially Mrs McGee. She could hardly believe it was happening, and that she was here for it. The smile hadn’t left her face all morning. Pete wouldn’t be quiet.
    â€˜I can’t believe it. I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! A real knight is going to train me. Well, he’ll train me and I’ll have to clean his saddle and brush his horse and other stuff, and we’ll train at the castle as well, and today, for starters, all the trainees will train together. Even dork-head Larson Smithers will be there. But a real knight is going to show me what it takes to become like him. What discipline I need. What skills I need. Strength training. Marloynne, I am going to be buffed! I will take you down!’
    Marloynne laughed and played along.
    â€˜In your dreams, little man,’ he said. ‘However, I do look forward to hearing how well you clean up the horse’s poo!’
    Mrs McGee clipped Marloynne over the ear for his language. Pete laughed, mission accomplished, and went back to his breakfast.
    After the food was eaten, Marloynne and Ashlyn had to report to the castle for work. Marloynne turned serious before he left.
    â€˜Good luck, Pete,’ he said, shaking the younger man’s hand. ‘I know how much this means to you, and therefore it means just as much to us. You are going to be brilliant. Just be yourself, and nothing can stand in your way.’
    Pete thanked him. Ashlyn gave him a hug.
    â€˜Have you got the tiger eye crystal?’ she asked. Pete patted his jacket pocket.
    â€˜Of course, m’lady,’ he said smiling. ‘I do not leave home without it.’
    Ashlyn smiled back.
    â€˜I really hope it’s everything you’ve dreamed of Pete. I really do.’
    Pete nodded, starting to get a bit emotional and also a bit nervous. Thoughts raced through his mind. What if it wasn’t great? What if he wasn’t meant to be a knight? What if he did have to clean up horse poo? That made him think of Horsey Horse Horse. He really needed to think of a better name for his steed. A great name. Pete decided he would ride his horse that evening and try to think of a name then. His thoughts were stopped by his mother’s voice.
    â€˜Sir Pete?’
    He looked around. Ashlyn had gone. She must have left