I see the cursed land

492
Throughout my life, I have seen the death of my father and brother, our great land invaded by savages, the bloodiest siege at Soisson. But throughout all this, I have never questioned the fact that Justice will make everything right. That is until this past spring.
I have never trusted Merlin the Magician, but in seeing the trust my liege, King Uther had put into him, I could not refuse a favor when asked. I gave my word, it seemed a simple request, to delay a group who were following him. So when King Uther's men themselves arrived, I still could not see the evil in merely delaying them. I did not recognize Sir Brasious, and when they refused to simply identify themselves I knew Merlin had some Just plan; these knights were mistaken. Their very belligerence told of their unjust actions. I let their unchivalrous actions tell me of their evil, and stood firm in my resolve to delay them, even when my companion, Sir William backed off.
Backed into a corner, I thought to flee away, leading the pursuers away from Merlin, but once caught I had to defend myself. I beheaded two and direly wounded another, before Sir Basious identified himself and told of Merlin's dire plan to kidnap King Uther's newborn son. The rightful heir to Logres.
My honor gave me the strength to fell these young knights and delay them long enough for Merlin to escape, but it had led me wrong. My word bound my actions to a course of evil. My sense of Justice has left my side...
I have replayed these events over and over again, only to be left feeling hollow.
Without my honor, I could of backed off at Sir Brasious's command and thus allowed him to save the boy heir.
Merlin surely had tricked, and possibly enchanted me; but it was my Honor which struck the foulest blow.
CHIVALRY BE DAMNED!!! I will no longer follow such foolishness! Reason and the world is what our land needs now! My eyes can see clearly now, for our land to be free once again it is going to take men of strength and action, not character. I have grown up out of my boyhood fantasies, in the year 492 I am a man. I can see now the evil that dwells in this cursed land and I will fight to purge it; regardless of what it takes!

Sir Samuel of Dinton
492