Hello to all concerned,

The following is in response to the Name that Caddie challenge. I realize that I'm about three years 
late, but I'm new to FK and even newer to the net. What's more, I like antique cars. This is my first 
attempt at fan fiction so I hope you enjoy it. :-)

Vern Stewart: verndstewart@ou.edu

"What's in a Name?"

As a knight fighting for the cause, Nicholas de Brabant had earned a reputation. His skill with a 
sword had earned him the notice of the highest ranked men. It wasn't that he cared for the holy cause 
of what was now being called the Crusades, although the pope himself had guaranteed every man 
who fought a place in heaven. He fought to prove himself as a man and had done so, gaining the 
respect of his comrades in arms. The blonde knight of the cross not only killed many, he killed with 
an efficiency rarely seen in a soldier of his young years. It was the soldiers who gave him the 
nickname they felt best suited his warrior talents.

It was the most beautiful animal he'd ever seen, finer than any on his family estate. The steed 
struggled under the tether of two ropes, its muscles rippling under the midnight colored coat. 
Nicholas had to have the half-wild horse for his own. As a battle waged around him and the village 
burned, he approached the horse, took the ropes in one hand and cut them with his sword. The 
animal broke into a gallop, dragging the knight along. It took all his strength to pull himself up onto 
the horse's broad back. As they sped away from the battle, the knight of the Crusades knew he had 
found a mount worthy of him. This magnificent animal earned the right to bear the name his owner 
had earned.

There were benefits to war for a skillful knight who could keep himself alive. Travel, riches, 
women, especially the women. Heathen villages full of young exotic maidens. Some he took against 
their will but, when he had the time, he would play the part of dashing young knight. Leaving the 
stench of fear and blood behind on the battlefield, he could revel, and expand upon, his military 
conquests, thrilling each lady, until he had conquered their heart, and finally their body. It was these 
beauties who shouted the name in the night over and over again.

It was a name befitting the chrome coffin which seemed as out of place with the modern age as its 
owner sometimes felt. Still, it had the advantage of the largest trunk space of any car to roll off a 
Detroit assembly line within the past 25 years...

I christen thee, Lancelot the Cadillac.