It was on the days of King Arthur. On the far Northeast of what would be England, by the banks of a river that would be the Mersey, lived a courageous knight named Paul. He wasn't from a wealthy family, but once he saved the life of the king in a battle, and was made knight. Because he had no other surname and no other title, he was known among his people as Sir Paul of Liverpool. He lived alone with his father and brother in a small castle by the banks of the river, and one day he received the message that his king was to marry the beautiful Lady Guinevere. And so being, Sir Paul got his horse and went to Camelot to attend the wedding. The trip would take him three days and two nights, and so he prepared himself to ask for shelter when needed. And, leaving his father and brother, he headed to Camelot.

At the end of the first day, Sir Paul stopped by a house in the road, asking for shelter for that night. A very old woman, seeing that he was a nobleman, gave him shelter, not before she asked who he was and where was he going to.

"My name is Sir Paul of Liverpool and I am going to Camelot, to attend the wedding of his majesty, King Arthur."
"Will his majesty grant wishes for his people?"
"The tradition says it so, madam."
"I wonder...would he make my nephew a knight? He's very brave, my nephew, but without hope in this life. Maybe placing his sword at the service of the king would give him a way."
"Let me see your nephew, madam.", Sir Paul asked, and he was introduced to a man of his age named John Laennon, furious and blunt, but fair and decided, qualities that the king wouldn't pass by on a man of his army.

"Do you want to be a knight?", Sir Paul asked.
"There is nothing in the world I would like more, Sir.", John answered.
"Then say goodbye to your aunt, for tomorrow you are going to Camelot with me."

On the next morning they left to Camelot, and they rode a whole day. At the end of the day, they stopped by a house asking for shelter. A middle-aged man stood by the door and asked who they were and where they were going to.

"I'm Sir Paul of Liverpool and this is my companion, John Laennon, and we are going to Camelot, to attend the wedding of his majesty, King Arthur."
"Be welcome - King Arthur's knights are always welcome under my shelter.", the man said, and they entered the house. The man had three sons, being the youngest the one that caught the eye of the travellers. Unlike his two brothers, he was determined and calm, silent but sure at his decisions. Paul asked what the young man, that was two years younger than he was, wanted of life.

"There is no hope for a man born without a title like me, Sir", he said, "but if someone said I could have a wish in my life, I would ask to place my sword at the service of the king."
"The king is granting wishes, for the occasion of his marriage to Lady Guinevere.", John said. "Follow us and maybe he'll give you what you want."
"Would he really?"
"You would have to give it a try."

And so on the next morning, following Sir Paul and John, the young boy went to Camelot. His name was George, and he had no surname. He was called among his people "the son of Harold", for that was the name of his father, and his father was called among his people "son of Harry", for that was the name of his grandfather. For that day on, he was called George Harryson by everyone he met. And the three man rode until they saw Camelot by their sights, the beautiful castle shining in the morning sun. Distracted by the visions of the city that he only knew by hearing, John lost the grip on his horse and he fell on the hard ground.

"John!", Paul yelled when he saw his companion falling "It only hurts when I laugh.", John answered, standing up. "I am fine, Sir, but my horse doesn't share the same opinion, you know."
"What a disgrace!", George said, looking to the injured horse. "It lost the shoe, the horse. We have to find someone to fix it, or maybe find another horse."
"But where?", John said, sitting on the ground. "I don't know anything
around here!"
"And the only person I know that could do it lives in Camelot. And we can't get to there with the horse like this.", Sir Paul sighed.

By then, a young man stood by the road and looked to the trio, worried about the horse. After a time watching the scene, he decided to speak up.

"I can do that for you, Sir."

The knight and his three companions looked and they found a man with ice blue eyes, a large nose and a very exquisite smile.

"Could you really?"
"Of course, Sir, at the drop of a hat. I'm used to this works that nobody else can do. Let me see your horse."

He walked and took a long look, then spoke up.

"Nothing that you should worry about.", the man said, "I fix it in a moment. Come with me, and bring this horse."

The trio followed the man to a small house in the middle of the woods, where he fixed the horseshoe. It looked at if it never was wrecked before.

"You did a wonderful job, young one. What's your name?", Sir Paul asked.
"Richard de Stark, my Sir. And I am glad I could help you."
"You live alone in here?", George asked, looking around the house. All was clean and tidy, unlike his own house, messed by four men without a woman to take care of them.
"Yes, I live by myself. My parents, God took them when I was a young boy and since them I have been living by and by, working wherever there is a job for me."
"Don't you dream of going to Camelot?", John asked.
"I hold no plans of being a knight. I am better with words than with swords."
"Words?", Sir Paul asked.
"Yes, I write little songs. Little verses, just to amuse people. Not that great, I know, but I do well with the gift God gave me."
"Why don't you write a poem about the wedding of the king? You could be the man everyone talks about in the town.", John said.
"Why not? This life doesn't hold much surprises for me anyway. Do you mind if I follow you to Camelot, Sirs?"
"Not at all", they answered.

And so, Sir Paul, that started his journey alone, arrived at Camelot followed by three people, three men that would become his best friends.