Brother Charles, whom I thought would only be with me, brought in a boy from outside of Circinus. I do not know where he came from but he arrived at the palace with dirty clothes, feet that seemed to always walk barefoot in the rough ground.
Although in appearance, he would be a dirty boy with unknown origin, others would see him as someone who lived poorly near garbage, but others would see me as the garbage itself.
So I guess a mysterious poor boy like him was much better than I.
Brother Charles took him to the palace, wherein I thought he did out of pity, but that does not seem to be the case. If it was only out of pity, he would have taken him as a normal knight.
But he wanted to have the boy as his personal knight. How could a boy near our age be a knight? A little boy cannot protect him. His life would be in danger. That was my worry.
But that boy seemed stronger than he looked, or so Charles said, to convince me of how great he was.
