In the days before the fall of Britain, in the court of Arthur, there was a boy named Gareth who cleaned pots and pans while the knights drank and boasted of their great deeds. “Beautiful hands,” they called him, jeering and drunk, while he rubbed his fingers raw on their plates.
But he knew that one day he would have deeds to boast of, that one day he would sit with them at the round table, that one day he would be a kitchen boy no more.
This is for 3 Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Scott Umstattd for providing the prompt photo!