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I hope you will enjoy a chilled glass of mead or ale and chocolate-covered strawberries as you view the
Young Knights’ cover.
Eat! Look! Drink! Read! and be Merry!
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Young Knights of the Round Table: The King’s Ransom after the official launch. If you are unable to leave a comment, please send me a message via FB or DM @ccarpinello.
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Back Cover
In medieval Wales, eleven-year-old Prince Gavin, thirteen-year-old orphan Philip, and
fifteen-year-old blacksmith's apprentice Bryan are brought together in friendship by one they call
the Wild Man. When an advisor to the king is killed and a jewelled medallion is stolen from the
king’s treasury, the Wild Man is accused of the theft and murder.
Filled with disbelief at the arrest of the Wild Man, the three friends embark upon a knight’s
quest to save their friend’s life. To succeed, the three must confront their fears and insecurities,
and one of them will have to disclose the biggest secret of all.
Join Gavin, Philip, and Bryan on their quest and share the adventures that await them in the
land of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table.
Testimonial:
The adventures these future Young Knights of the Round Table experience in their quest to
save their friend are filled with the fantasy and adventure story elements that children love to
read. There’s a villain, secret passages in castles, swordplay, and even a witch. And with King
Arthur’s appearance, astonishing secret identities being revealed, and a happy ending, what
more could anyone want in a good read?
—Tyler R. Tichelaar, Ph.D. and author of “King Arthur’s Children: A Study in Fiction and
Tradition”
I’ve also included a short excerpt from the book for you to read. Grab another drink and some more strawberries and enjoy!
Excerpt
Chapter One:
Gavin
Gavin bounded down the keep steps, eager to discover the cause of the cacophony echoing
through the tower. The snorting and whinnying of horses competed with the voices of knights
calling to each other across the courtyard. He stuffed his green tunic into his black breeches as he
ran. In too much of a hurry to comb his hair, Gavin tried to smooth the brown cowlick with his
fingers.
As the youngest prince of Pembroke Castle, Gavin dutifully attended his daily lessons. As a
page, he was learning to handle a sword in battle and take care of the weapons, equipment, and
horses of the knights. Soon to be a squire, he worried about how he would act in battle. Well, not
exactly in battle. Squires tended the knights’ horses and guarded the supplies while they fought.
The unspoken rule of warfare stated that squires couldn’t be put in danger. However, others in
the castle had talked about the times the enemy had sent warriors behind the fighting to attack
the supply line. Squires who hadn’t run away had been injured or killed.
Gavin worried about disgracing his family and the crown, worried that he would be scared
enough to run or worse, get injured or killed.
The simple truth was, he was afraid.
Burying those thoughts, Gavin burst into the bailey courtyard amassed with horses and
knights milling about. Dust swirled, choking the air, causing him to cough and sneeze. He
recognized his older brother Robert across the chaotic courtyard and raised his hand in salute.
Robert led his black gelding over and handed Gavin the reins.
“Hi, Gav.” Robert tousled Gavin’s hair.
“What’s happening? Where are you going?”
“Someone broke into the throne room last night and stole the King’s Ransom...”
Gavin gasped. The medallion was made of gold and embedded with emeralds so dark the
jewels looked black except in the sunlight. Then the deep green had sparkled lighter and
reminded him of the first blades of grass pushing up through the dark earth in the spring. The
tremendous weight of the medallion required him to use both hands when holding it.
Stories passed down said that a traitor over the channel had used it to force a king to ransom
his kingdom. To be in possession of it meant to be in possession of power. Many men wanted
that power. Gavin’s grandfather’s grandfather had found it as a young man during the siege of a
French castle. Though only seventeen, that prince had recognized its importance and had risked
his life to bring it home. To protect his find, he’d spent the night in a storeroom listening to the
screams of the defeated forces and the drunken laughter of the victors. He’d presented it to his
father, and it had been in the possession of the King of Pembroke Castle ever since.
“...and killed one of our men,” Robert finished, breaking into his thoughts.
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