Scowling, she crossed her arms and looked away.
Grinning, Clarke turned back to the girls. “Where did you hear about this Sir Percy who is also the Black Knight and has an Ebony Blade?”
“Ian Anker,” Sofia said.
“He’s the Black Knight,” Beatrice added.
Clarke chuckled. “Ian Anker’s the Black Knight? I guess that makes sense. But I think Sir Percy is from the Marvel comics. He’s also theBlack Knight. But that’s a different Black Knight than the one in the Arthurian legends. There isn’t a knight named Percy in the legends.”
The girls’ eyes ballooned.
“What about the Ebony Blade?” Sofia asked.
Clarke shook his head. “Not in King Arthur’s court. That’s from the comic books too.”
Sofia glared into space, fisting her hands. “He deceived us.”
Beatrice mimicked her sister. “He’ssothe Black Knight.”
Softening, Sofia turned to him. “You don’t need the Ebony Blade anyways. You’re good.”
“And kind,” Beatrice added.
“You’re perfect.”
“Too perfect,” Beatrice said, “that’s what Aunt Ceci says.”
Grinning, his eyes sought hers. “Really?”
“It wasn’t meant as a compliment,” she hissed.
“Yeah,” Sofia said. “Too perfect.”
Beatrice nodded. “Too perfect.”
Suddenly, their eyes popped open and each girl emitted a loud gasp.
“Sir Galahad!” they cried in unison. “The most perfect of all knights.”
“The most gallant,” said Sofia.
“And brave,” said Beatrice.
“And chivalrous,” said Sofia.
Beatrice hiked up one shoulder. “Especially toward girls.”
They both looked over at Ceci, giggling.
Clarke puffed out his chest, shooting her a smug smile. “The most perfect of all knights.”
She rolled her eyes.
“What about Ceci?” he asked. “Who’s she?”
“There aren’t any girl knights,” said Sofia.
“That’s true,” he admitted. “But there are some formidable women in the Knights of the Round Table stories. They do things every bit as amazing as the knights. They might as well be knights.”
