It was a frigid night at Rockland Palace. The wind blew hard, andhowled out of the night, as the rain beat down on Sir. Morgan as he stoodoutside the castle walls. He had just returned with the news from King Crenshaw. Suddenly from the dark of the night came Threshmite, the great enemy of man. The description of the beast given by the churl , who stood witness to SirMorgan’s dismemberment, was that of a giant, man eating firs snorting, threeheaded savage warthog gargoyle.
As the lightening flashed, and the thunderclapped, the it reared it’s center head up, and gave a fell glare into theeyes of the helpless peasant, who was frozen in a horrified Position. It took nearly five hours, and the help of the resident magician to getthat out of him. He is as skittish as a hind , afraid to venture out of thecastle walls, or even let down the drawbridge, for fear of becoming Threashmis’next meal. King Lenson grieved deeply over his departed friend. He then askedfor volunteers to hunt down the scatheful beast.
The reaction to his requestwas pathetic, not a man stood. It seemed as though King Lenson’s valiantknights were nothing more than a flock of recreants. At last Sir. Baldricstepped forward, he had risen to the occasion, proving true to his troth. Hewas truly a stalwart knight.
Early the next morning Baldric awakened, in preparation for hisendeavor. He dressed himself with care, methodically arranging his raiment. Ashe pulled his hauberk over his head, and sweeping shoulders the lady of thecastle mad her way gently into the room. She helped him finish dressing, andwhen he went to leave the room she made a tryst between herself and SirBaldric. They would meet in the church before he left. She softly kissed hischeek, and departed.
He went to the arms room, and took down his sword fromit’s place on the wall. It shone bright in the morning bask. It was whet afterevery use and now ready for action. He saddled his horse, and went to go meetwith lady Lenson in the church. He found her in the last pew, dolorous andweeping.
She begged him not to go, so he pledged his mission in her honor. Hewas bound by heart, and soul to seek and destroy Threshmiter. The king senthim out on his way, and told Sir Baldric he would return victorious. So he rodeacross the grassy knolls into the black forest. He crossed the deep crags of Keystone, and the red river of evil.
Through the valley of death, and beyond. All the way braving the wolves, trolls,bears, and all of the other savage creatures across the countryside. Alas inmid January he came across some fewments, (Droppings of the beast pursued),and knew he was near Treshmit. He began to set up camp, and while doing this hebegan to think about home.
He thought how he missed his warm feather bed, themerry evensongs he sang around the fire with his friends, and most of all hemissed Lady Lenson. He was tired of stetting up camp every night in a new place,building the palisade, and waking with the sun covered with hoarfrost. He wasnearing the end of his journey, an would be home soon, but for now he must rest. He slept lightly, and awoke early, broke down camp, and headed out. Hecame across a great cave, and upon hearing the snorting, and smacking he knewit was in the middle of a meal. Sir.
Baldric sunk up from behind the monster,and out on a slight overhang above Threshmit. He gathered his thoughts, graspedthe helve of his sword, and came down in the center of the beast’s neck,severing it’s spinal column. He then took the haft of his dagger and rippedopen the leathery skin of the beast’s throat, sending a bath of blood throughthe cave. He had fell Threshmit, and completed his mission, never sunderingfrom the task at hand.
Baldric took out the beast’s heart as proof of hissuccess, and headed for home. His journey home took nearly three weeks, but upon his arrival atRockland he was greeted warmly by all. They all gave boon to him, and therewas a gathering of the citizens of Rockland in Sir. Baldric’s honor. The King,and his knights were seated on the dais, Baldric in the seat of honor.
He wasdeclared by the King as the noblest knight of the court, and given a red silkgirdle as a symbol of his courage. He thanked them all, and while the men mademerry, and drank, he slipped away with Lady Lenson into his feather bed.Category: English