Oliver returned to the endless piles of vegetables, turnips today. They were thicker skinned than the potatoes, and after a few swipes at the uncooperative produce, Holt sighed and took the knife from him.--[working title] WHAT THE PARROT SAW
“Watch, Beaumains, while I show you how it’s done so you don’t waste half of it!”
Oliver raised his eyebrows.
“Shall I serve you then as Gareth served Sir Kay the Seneschal?”
Holt’s hand pause from where it was neatly skinning the vegetable, and his dark face broke into a grin so wide it threatened to displace his ears.
“You’ve read Le Morte d’Arthur? Welcome aboard, friend, welcome aboard!”
For the next two hours the cook stumped around the galley, discussing his favorite points of Mallory’s classic while Oliver plied his knife. When the cook announced work was done for the morning, Oliver stood, flexing his hand, then sucked on a nick on his thumb where the knife slipped when he wasn’t prepared for the ship to roll through a trough.
It's no secret that one of my favorite novels of all time is THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING by T.H. White. I know the story of Arthur's fallen out of favor with many modern readers, but I still love it, so today I had many giggles over this wonderful piece from The Toast: "How to Tell if You're in a Chivalric Romance." Enjoy!