Sir Dolan Essay, Research Paper

Sir Dolan was the greatest king to ever rule England. He was successful in uniting all of the weak kingdoms under his rule through a series of glorious campaigns with his army. Dolan silenced opposing nobility and aided the peasantry. In a matter of years, he was loved and respected by those within his kingdom, all swearing allegiance to him.

However, despite all of his fame and prestige, a dark shadow of sadness covered the king’s face. No matter how many battles he won or how many of those in his court praised and thanked him, the blanket of sadness never disappeared. The evil Sir Francais had taken his only love, the beautiful Queen Ariah, from him months earlier. Sir Francais was Dolan’s most loathed enemy, and during a battle for supremacy Francais was able to snatch the lovely Queen Ariah.

For months Dolan wandered around his castle feeling nothing but sorrow. He dare not leave his castle for fear that his enemies were plotting revenge against him and his kingdom. On a certain day, Sir Ganga approached him and asked, “Sir, what bothers you so that you seem to be flooded with sadness?”

“Ah, my brother Ganga, you have heard of Queen Ariah’s kidnapping. This is what bothers me so. Without her, I am lost.”

“Sir Dolan,” Ganga replied, “I am ashamed that such a strong and distinguished warrior as you has given up hope of rescuing his beloved Queen from the evil Sir Francais. I tell you, Sir, that it is not for a man of your honor to grieve and feel pity for himself. I also tell you, Sir, to rise up and rescue the queen. I will protect your castle with my life while you go in search of Queen Ariah.”

“You are right, Sir Ganga. What a fool I have been to allow Sir Francais to go unchallenged for the actions he has committed. I thank you, Sir Ganga, and will leave this castle to go in search of my queen. I leave you this promise my dear friend that if I do not rescue the beautiful Queen Ariah, then I will die trying!”

“So be it!” Sir Ganga exclaimed.

Early the next morning, Sir Dolan left the castle in search of the queen. With him he took his armor. Upon his shield lay his coat of arms consisting of a black horizontal line, with three arrows- one red, another blue and the third green and pointing downward. The red arrow represented blood and the bravery Dolan showed in battle. The blue arrow symbolized honor and his respect towards other knights. The green arrow, which was the most important resting in the middle, represented the land and the allegiance to his people and the queen of his kingdom. With his shield, Dolan carried only the sword given to him by his beloved father. As the sun rose over the land, Dolan and his trusty horse, Lightning, entered the forest, deter mined to return the Queen to her rightful place.

As the sun rose on the second day of his journey, Sir Dolan arrived at the castle of his enemy, Sir Francais. At the entrance of the castle was a large drawbridge that stretched across a stream of fast, running water. As Sir Dolan crossed, he noticed a guard at the door. “Sir, may I help you,” spoke this large man who appeared to be stronger than any warrior Sir Dolan had ever seen. Dolan not wanting to waste any time or energy on the guard ran up to him quickly pulled a dagger and sliced the mans throat before he could even raise a hand. Dolan wiped the blade clean and returned it to its place as he continued across the bridge.

Sir Francais’s castle was beautiful. Throughout the castle were tapestries, paintings and lovely marble floors. However, the castle had a damp and musty smell permeating it. Sir Dolan shouted, “Sir Francais, show yourself so we may battle!” The shout echoed throughout the castle.

Within moments Sir Francais appeared with Queen Ariah. She seemed more beautiful to the king than ever before. The shadow of darkness left Sir Dolan’s face and a new spark entered him.

“I thought I heard the voice of my enemy, Sir Dolan,” spoke Sir Francais. “I see that you have come to reclaim your queen, but it is too late. I have claimed her for my own!”

“We shall see,” said the king.

Sir Dolan drew his sword as Sir Francais did the same. The two hurled themselves at each other. The clanging of the metal swords filled the air. Both men fought gallantly. Each man wounded the other to the point of weakness. The men be came so weak that they could barely swing their swords at one another. However, the hatred between the two drove them on and on.

Suddenly, with a burst of brutal force Sir Francais attacked Dolan with a series of bone crunching strikes. Sir Dolan tried to block but could no longer hold onto his own sword. The sword clanged on the ground and Dolan desperately reached for his bloodied dagger. Sir Francais took advatage of that extra second and swung his sword with deadly force. Sir Dolans body hit the ground like a sac followed by his severed head a few milliseconds later.

As the exausted Sir Francais walked away from the limp body of his dead adversary. Queen Ariah ran and embraced Sir Francais kissing the cuts on his face. The eyes of Sir Dolan seemed to look on in disbelief as his wife stood in the arms of his killer

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