Nick's a down-on-his-luck bow-for-hire, stripped of his lands and title by King Richard. Now he scours the crappy dukedom of Calomel for anyone who flips him a coin. But blackguards beware - he can't be bought. His honor may be tarnished, but his other knightly virtues are intact. Cross him, he'll spare no bolt, steel, or shoe leather to set things right, even if he has to turn his seedy medieval society of doddering dukes, corrupt churchmen and libidinous ladies upside down to do it