’s Battle With The Giant Essay, Research Paper
Expansion Of Arthur’s Battle With The Giant
Arthur turned his head in the direction the woman?s gaze and there
before him stood the giant that he had heard so much about during
the past few days. It stood almost 20 feet off the ground and carried
a club bigger than Arthur himself. The stench of rotting human
corpses emanated from its disgusting body and insects of every sort
imaginable crawled freely through its hair and under its skin. Arthur
stood motionless, stunned for a moment by the unbelievable
hideousness of the creature.
“How could a God who created the beauty of things such as the
forests and mountains also be responsible for creating such filth?”
thought Arthur. He then put his hand on his sword and grasped it
tightly. Was this giant more than he could handle? Would his pride
and honor lead him to his death? If Merlin was right, and God was not
on his side, how could he expect to win this fight? Arthur?s stomach
began to churn as all these thoughts flew through his mind and he
clenched Excalibur even tighter. The giant was carrying the bodies of
twelve peasants on its back. The sight of the dead men and women
the giant had so mercilessly killed enraged Arthur. This beast would
pay dearly for its crimes if he had anything to do with it.
“May great God in heaven, who rules the world, give you a short life
and shameful death! Surely you are the most foul fiend that was ever
formed! Guard yourself, you dog, and prepare to die, for this day my
hands will kill you!” exclaimed Arthur.
The giant answered Arthur by raising its massive club and swinging it
at him. Arthur could feel a gust of wind blow against him as the
tree-sized club whipped through the air towards him. He raised his
shield with his head covered in an attempt to block the giants blow.
This was the worst part of fighting for Arthur, not being able to see
what was happening, he would have to leave his fate up to God.
The blow came quickly, completely jolting and stunning Arthur and
shattering his shield into sawdust, but at least he was still alive. If
God was to forsake him, today was not the day He did so. Arthur?s
strength and confidence grew after he survived the first blow for he
believed God would protect him tonight. As the giant bent down to
grab him, Arthur unsheathed Excalibur and sliced open the giant?s
forehead. Pools of blood drenched its head preventing it from being
able to see. The giant, who had never experienced any serious
opposition before, started to panic. In wild frenzy it grabbed at the
ground and managed to scoop up Arthur in its hands attempting to
crush him, but in its state of panic, the giant was no match for
Arthur who quickly broke free of its grasp.
“Peace to you my lord!” the giant screamed. “Who are you that fights
so skillfully with me? Only Arthur, the most noble of all kings, could
defeat me in combat!”
“I am that Arthur of whom you speak,” replied Arthur. Not having any
pity for the disgusting giant, Arthur ignored the giants plea and began
to hack the wounded monster to pieces as it itself had done to so
many of the peasants. The giant could only scream in agony as it
was mutilated for it could not see and therefore could not defend
itself. After the giant had been killed, Arthur instructed Sir Kay to
chop off its head.