Becoming A Knight Research Paper

As I come to end of my life I reflect. Reflect on the life of a knight, living in the the Medieval period, a time of hardship, conflict and suffering. I was born into a rich noble family, we had money, land and a large castle, everything a person in the Middle Ages could every wish for. From a young age my parents believed I was destined to become a Knight. Becoming a knight was very expensive as you were required to be able to buy your armour and weapons, this meant that only people of higher class (Nobles and Aristocratic) were eligible to become knights. There were two ways in which a boy could become a knight. The first way was if you earned your right to be on the battlefield. If you were particularly brave on the battlefield, people

Here I was disciplined and learned basic skills like riding a horse. When I turned fourteen I became an apprentice to a Knight, I served as a squire. Here I was constantly training where I was taught me how to handle weapons. I would have to carried weapons twice my weight to increase my muscle size. I trained on a wooden pole called a pep with fight weapons like swords, javelins, quarterstaff, but I also did training things like wrestling and acrobatics. Occasionally I was able to go into battle with him to assist him. For a young boy this was terrifying, it was the moment i realised that I might not have been brave enough to become a knight. I worked with seven years until I was ready to become a Knight. I almost remained as a Squire as my parents nearly ran out of money. Things were not doing so well on our estate and we had no crops of things to sell. The weather had been so terrible lately and the land was barren. They just about had enough to allow me to buy armour in order to become a Knight. One of my best friends did not make it to Knighthood, he remained a squire and he did not have enough money to buy the things he need to fight

I was restless, shuffling my weight from my right to my left side. By morning both knees had large red patches on them, my legs were stiff and painful. I just managed to sit through the whole mass, my restlessness coming back to haunt me. I sat my eyes flickering open and closed as the leader read out the duties of a Knight. My sword and shield were then blessed by the priest and placed into the possession of my sponsor. My sword and shield were than passed onto the Lord who conducted my knighting ceremony. I was then presented to the Lord to say my vows and swear an oath of allegiance to the Lord. My palms were sweating and my upper lip had beads of moisture shining in the light. Than I was dubbed, I was presented with my sword and shield. I was struck with the sword and the Lord said “I dub thee Sir