"Your master has the field for today, but his name, whatever it might be, is without honour." Olivier the squire worships the Black Knight and takes a fierce joy in his prowess as he defends a bridge against all comers. Olivier only wishes that his master loved him as much in return instead of treating him as a servant and occasional plaything. Then word comes that the King desires to cross the bridge. With an army approaching, a bright-eyed archer enticing Olivier to desert and the first cracks beginning to show in the Black Knight's gruff demeanour, Olivier is left wondering if honour is worth more than a chance for their happiness.