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Lord Rohand often invited the young champion to his table, for he loved brave deeds and brave men. With his love for Felice deepening daily, Guy had to watch as many great lords and princes came to the castle to ask for her hand in marriage. To each one she said:
“No, I love thee not.”
Guy knew it was foolish to love Felice, for she was a great lady, and he only a steward's son. If ever he built up the courage to join the almost daily procession, he would be rejected as being too low born to win her hand. He had to go out and prove himself worthy of her, so he embarked on a series of heroic tasks, starting with a monstrous beast which was terrorising the people of Warwickshire.
Guy approached the town with caution, riding past a field where the corn had been trampled down and spotting a lone man, shaking his head at the carnage. He hailed him.
“Excuse me, good sir. What has happened here? It looks as though a great battle has been fought.”
“Aye, ‘twere that ahlright.” Rosalina took on a gruff accent. “Monster’s destroyed many a village hereabouts.”
“You mean the Dun Cow?”
“Indeed.” The farmer crossed himself and spat.
“I passed a row of empty cottages back there, where are the people?”
“You’re looking at ’em.” He gestured at a pile of bones. “Animals or people, it cares not, killing and devouring everything it meets. Thems who ain’t been killed have fled in terror to the towns.”
Guy asked the man for more detail and he said the once-gentle creature could supply milk to all in Shropshire who needed it. He wrung his hands “But one day a witch tried to milk her into a sieve, which made the creature so angry she broke free, and has been wreaking terror ever since.”
A thunderous bellow had the man scurrying off, but Guy followed the sound to the forest. Taking his weapons, he dismounted and sent his horse to a safe place.
Wearing a horned mask, the professor acted out the part of the beast as the jester described the action.
Guy crept close and observed the fearsome beast, easily the size of a house with twisted horns thicker than an elephant’s tusks. It sniffed the air and raised its head, eyes gleaming with fire, and then rushed at Guy with lowered head, the earth trembling with the impact of each hoof.
Guy stood his ground, arrow nocked, only loosing when the animal was near enough, his arrow flying straight and true to the middle of the animal’s forehead. Despite the short range, it could not pierce the tough hide and glanced off as though from polished steel armour. The great beast galloped on, unhurt, and Guy sprang to one side, but one of the horns struck a glancing blow dinting his armour.
His next ploy was to pierce one of the Dun Cow's eyes, but his sword could not reach past the terrible twisted horns. Guy realised his only hope was to strike a blow in the soft hide behind the ear. Swapping the sword for a battle-axe, he waited for the next attack and seized one of its horns, swinging his axe as the creature tossed its head, trying in vain to shake Guy off. Clinging to the horn, he finally landed a killing blow behind the ear and the beast roared in pain and anger. It fell on its side with the crash of a house tumbling down.
Guy returned to Warwick a rich man, having been knighted for his deeds.
Felice ran down the steps, to hug him. “Sir Guy. The whole town is awash with your brave deeds. Defeating a monstrous cow near Rugby and a giant boar at Coventry.”
Barty clapped him on the back. “And the subject of many a bard’s songs – truly a hero.”
She peeked at him shyly. “I’m sure if you asked father for my hand, he would allow it.”
“Is that what you want?”
“More than anything. I love you, Guy, and do not want to spend another day without you.” She embraced him.
The jester sprang up and tore them apart, shoving Guy away with glee as he summarised the next adventure.
But tales of his deeds had reached the king, who sent him over the sea with Barty, now his squire, to fight wars in Lombardy, Germany and Constantinople. Along the way, he made friends and enemies, one of whom bribed fifteen villains to lie in wait for him after he’d been wounded in a tournament. He survived, but lost three good friends in the melee, including the faithful Barty.
The detailed script had them pausing here for a comfort break and, when they returned, Jen wore a yellow onesie with a tail and Ben had added a dark cloak with elasticated hair scrunchies to attach it to his wrists and elbows, making credible wings. Wearing the appropriate masks, Grenville’s dragon attacked Evadne’s lion, as the jester resumed.
Shortly after losing his friends, Guy came across a dragon, fighting with a lion. He watched in horror as the Dragon beat its mighty wings, the sound louder than the howl of the wind in the trees. The lion put up a brave fight, but neither its teeth nor claws could pierce the steely scales which covered the monster. Soon the dragon’s tail wound itself around the lion’s body, squeezing the very breath out of it. Spurring his horse, Guy set upon the hateful creature with his sword, trying to slide it between the scales.
Rearing up, the dragon let go of the lion, and rose into the air, belching fire and smoke which sizzled and burned the paint from Guy’s shield. His sword could not reach the tender spot on its belly and the creature had a terrible sting – as sharp as any sword – which darted out, forcing Guy to parry to save his life. As his strength weakened, all seemed lost when a short figure, running up the hill, screamed a familiar battle cry
Around his head, he swung a long chain, ending in a brutal hook, which he flung at the creature, snagging a wing. He tugged, exposing a vulnerable spot where the wing met the body, and Guy thrust his sword up, finding extra strength as he recognised his saviour. Barty was alive!
After seeing off the beast – and chopping off its head for good measure, the two men embraced. Lord Rohand often invited the young champion to his table, for he loved brave deeds and brave men. With his love for Felice deepening daily, Guy had to watch as many great lords and princes came to the castle to ask for her hand in marriage. To each one she said:
“No, I love thee not.”
Guy knew it was foolish to love Felice, for she was a great lady, and he only a steward's son. If ever he built up the courage to join the almost daily procession, he would be rejected as being too low born to win her hand. He had to go out and prove himself worthy of her, so he embarked on a series of heroic tasks, starting with a monstrous beast which was terrorising the people of Warwickshire.
Guy approached the town with caution, riding past a field where the corn had been trampled down and spotting a lone man, shaking his head at the carnage. He hailed him.
“Excuse me, good sir. What has happened here? It looks as though a great battle has been fought.”
“Aye, ‘twere that ahlright.” Rosalina took on a gruff accent. “Monster’s destroyed many a village hereabouts.”
“You mean the Dun Cow?”
“Indeed.” The farmer crossed himself and spat.
“I passed a row of empty cottages back there, where are the people?”
“You’re looking at ’em.” He gestured at a pile of bones. “Animals or people, it cares not, killing and devouring everything it meets. Thems who ain’t been killed have fled in terror to the towns.”
Guy asked the man for more detail and he said the once-gentle creature could supply milk to all in Shropshire who needed it. He wrung his hands “But one day a witch tried to milk her into a sieve, which made the creature so angry she broke free, and has been wreaking terror ever since.”
A thunderous bellow had the man scurrying off, but Guy followed the sound to the forest. Taking his weapons, he dismounted and sent his horse to a safe place.
Wearing a horned mask, the professor acted out the part of the beast as the jester described the action.
Guy crept close and observed the fearsome beast, easily the size of a house with twisted horns thicker than an elephant’s tusks. It sniffed the air and raised its head, eyes gleaming with fire, and then rushed at Guy with lowered head, the earth trembling with the impact of each hoof.
Guy stood his ground, arrow nocked, only loosing when the animal was near enough, his arrow flying straight and true to the middle of the animal’s forehead. Despite the short range, it could not pierce the tough hide and glanced off as though from polished steel armour. The great beast galloped on, unhurt, and Guy sprang to one side, but one of the horns struck a glancing blow dinting his armour.
His next ploy was to pierce one of the Dun Cow's eyes, but his sword could not reach past the terrible twisted horns. Guy realised his only hope was to strike a blow in the soft hide behind the ear. Swapping the sword for a battle-axe, he waited for the next attack and seized one of its horns, swinging his axe as the creature tossed its head, trying in vain to shake Guy off. Clinging to the horn, he finally landed a killing blow behind the ear and the beast roared in pain and anger. It fell on its side with the crash of a house tumbling down.
Guy returned to Warwick a rich man, having been knighted for his deeds.
Felice ran down the steps, to hug him. “Sir Guy. The whole town is awash with your brave deeds. Defeating a monstrous cow near Rugby and a giant boar at Coventry.”
Barty clapped him on the back. “And the subject of many a bard’s songs – truly a hero.”
She peeked at him shyly. “I’m sure if you asked father for my hand, he would allow it.”
“Is that what you want?”
“More than anything. I love you, Guy, and do not want to spend another day without you.” She embraced him.
The jester sprang up and tore them apart, shoving Guy away with glee as he summarised the next adventure.
But tales of his deeds had reached the king, who sent him over the sea with Barty, now his squire, to fight wars in Lombardy, Germany and Constantinople. Along the way, he made friends and enemies, one of whom bribed fifteen villains to lie in wait for him after he’d been wounded in a tournament. He survived, but lost three good friends in the melee, including the faithful Barty.
The detailed script had them pausing here for a comfort break and, when they returned, Jen wore a yellow onesie with a tail and Ben had added a dark cloak with elasticated hair scrunchies to attach it to his wrists and elbows, making credible wings. Wearing the appropriate masks, Grenville’s dragon attacked Evadne’s lion, as the jester resumed.
Shortly after losing his friends, Guy came across a dragon, fighting with a lion. He watched in horror as the Dragon beat its mighty wings, the sound louder than the howl of the wind in the trees. The lion put up a brave fight, but neither its teeth nor claws could pierce the steely scales which covered the monster. Soon the dragon’s tail wound itself around the lion’s body, squeezing the very breath out of it. Spurring his horse, Guy set upon the hateful creature with his sword, trying to slide it between the scales.
Rearing up, the dragon let go of the lion, and rose into the air, belching fire and smoke which sizzled and burned the paint from Guy’s shield. His sword could not reach the tender spot on its belly and the creature had a terrible sting – as sharp as any sword – which darted out, forcing Guy to parry to save his life. As his strength weakened, all seemed lost when a short figure, running up the hill, screamed a familiar battle cry
Around his head, he swung a long chain, ending in a brutal hook, which he flung at the creature, snagging a wing. He tugged, exposing a vulnerable spot where the wing met the body, and Guy thrust his sword up, finding extra strength as he recognised his saviour. Barty was alive!
After seeing off the beast – and chopping off its head for good measure, the two men embraced. Lord Rohand often invited the young champion to his table, for he loved brave deeds and brave men. With his love for Felice deepening daily, Guy had to watch as many great lords and princes came to the castle to ask for her hand in marriage. To each one she said:
“No, I love thee not.”
Guy knew it was foolish to love Felice, for she was a great lady, and he only a steward's son. If ever he built up the courage to join the almost daily procession, he would be rejected as being too low born to win her hand. He had to go out and prove himself worthy of her, so he embarked on a series of heroic tasks, starting with a monstrous beast which was terrorising the people of Warwickshire.
Guy approached the town with caution, riding past a field where the corn had been trampled down and spotting a lone man, shaking his head at the carnage. He hailed him.
“Excuse me, good sir. What has happened here? It looks as though a great battle has been fought.”
“Aye, ‘twere that ahlright.” Rosalina took on a gruff accent. “Monster’s destroyed many a village hereabouts.”
“You mean the Dun Cow?”
“Indeed.” The farmer crossed himself and spat.
“I passed a row of empty cottages back there, where are the people?”
“You’re looking at ’em.” He gestured at a pile of bones. “Animals or people, it cares not, killing and devouring everything it meets. Thems who ain’t been killed have fled in terror to the towns.”
Guy asked the man for more detail and he said the once-gentle creature could supply milk to all in Shropshire who needed it. He wrung his hands “But one day a witch tried to milk her into a sieve, which made the creature so angry she broke free, and has been wreaking terror ever since.”
A thunderous bellow had the man scurrying off, but Guy followed the sound to the forest. Taking his weapons, he dismounted and sent his horse to a safe place.
Wearing a horned mask, the professor acted out the part of the beast as the jester described the action.
Guy crept close and observed the fearsome beast, easily the size of a house with twisted horns thicker than an elephant’s tusks. It sniffed the air and raised its head, eyes gleaming with fire, and then rushed at Guy with lowered head, the earth trembling with the impact of each hoof.
Guy stood his ground, arrow nocked, only loosing when the animal was near enough, his arrow flying straight and true to the middle of the animal’s forehead. Despite the short range, it could not pierce the tough hide and glanced off as though from polished steel armour. The great beast galloped on, unhurt, and Guy sprang to one side, but one of the horns struck a glancing blow dinting his armour.
His next ploy was to pierce one of the Dun Cow's eyes, but his sword could not reach past the terrible twisted horns. Guy realised his only hope was to strike a blow in the soft hide behind the ear. Swapping the sword for a battle-axe, he waited for the next attack and seized one of its horns, swinging his axe as the creature tossed its head, trying in vain to shake Guy off. Clinging to the horn, he finally landed a killing blow behind the ear and the beast roared in pain and anger. It fell on its side with the crash of a house tumbling down.
Guy returned to Warwick a rich man, having been knighted for his deeds.
Felice ran down the steps, to hug him. “Sir Guy. The whole town is awash with your brave deeds. Defeating a monstrous cow near Rugby and a giant boar at Coventry.”
Barty clapped him on the back. “And the subject of many a bard’s songs – truly a hero.”
She peeked at him shyly. “I’m sure if you asked father for my hand, he would allow it.”
“Is that what you want?”
“More than anything. I love you, Guy, and do not want to spend another day without you.” She embraced him.
The jester sprang up and tore them apart, shoving Guy away with glee as he summarised the next adventure.
But tales of his deeds had reached the king, who sent him over the sea with Barty, now his squire, to fight wars in Lombardy, Germany and Constantinople. Along the way, he made friends and enemies, one of whom bribed fifteen villains to lie in wait for him after he’d been wounded in a tournament. He survived, but lost three good friends in the melee, including the faithful Barty.
The detailed script had them pausing here for a comfort break and, when they returned, Jen wore a yellow onesie with a tail and Ben had added a dark cloak with elasticated hair scrunchies to attach it to his wrists and elbows, making credible wings. Wearing the appropriate masks, Grenville’s dragon attacked Evadne’s lion, as the jester resumed.
Shortly after losing his friends, Guy came across a dragon, fighting with a lion. He watched in horror as the Dragon beat its mighty wings, the sound louder than the howl of the wind in the trees. The lion put up a brave fight, but neither its teeth nor claws could pierce the steely scales which covered the monster. Soon the dragon’s tail wound itself around the lion’s body, squeezing the very breath out of it. Spurring his horse, Guy set upon the hateful creature with his sword, trying to slide it between the scales.
Rearing up, the dragon let go of the lion, and rose into the air, belching fire and smoke which sizzled and burned the paint from Guy’s shield. His sword could not reach the tender spot on its belly and the creature had a terrible sting – as sharp as any sword – which darted out, forcing Guy to parry to save his life. As his strength weakened, all seemed lost when a short figure, running up the hill, screamed a familiar battle cry
Around his head, he swung a long chain, ending in a brutal hook, which he flung at the creature, snagging a wing. He tugged, exposing a vulnerable spot where the wing met the body, and Guy thrust his sword up, finding extra strength as he recognised his saviour. Barty was alive!
After seeing off the beast – and chopping off its head for good measure, the two men embraced.
“How can you be here exactly when I needed you? Are you a ghost – or a guardian angel?”
Barty grinned. “The Hermit you sent to bury us had some magical herbs so Hereward and I were brought back from death’s door.”
“And Armand?”
He shook his head. “Couldn’t be saved. It took months for us to recover fully, but we followed your adventures at Arrascoun, and tracked you here to Greece.”
As the friends rode back to the town, the lion bounded up and they readied themselves for another fight, but the creature licked Guy’s feet and rolled over, purring like an overgrown tabby cat. For many months, the lion followed them as a dog might, and it was so gentle even the mothers allowed their children to play with it.
But a jealous enemy killed the lion in a bid to hurt Guy and this, finally made him return home, heading a great line of knights and servants he’d collected in his time abroad.
Felice ran to him, joyfully. “Sir Guy. I have prayed every day for your safe return. I am so pleased to see you and hope this time you will tarry a while.”
He hugged her. “It is my dearest wish to remain here with you and live happily together with a houseful of children running barefoot on the grass.”
Her father was equally pleased to see him, for he knew his daughter would favour no other suitor, and with permission given, set about arranging a great and splendid wedding. Dukes, earls, and knights arrived with many fair and lovely ladies, and the feasting and merriment lasted for fifteen days. Then all the guests went away full of wonderment at the splendour they had seen. But this is not the end of Guy’s story.
The jester glanced around hopefully, but it had been a long, intense session, so they agreed to continue on the morrow.
“How can you be here exactly when I needed you? Are you a ghost – or a guardian angel?”
Barty grinned. “The Hermit you sent to bury us had some magical herbs so Hereward and I were brought back from death’s door.”
“And Armand?”
He shook his head. “Couldn’t be saved. It took months for us to recover fully, but we followed your adventures at Arrascoun, and tracked you here to Greece.”
As the friends rode back to the town, the lion bounded up and they readied themselves for another fight, but the creature licked Guy’s feet and rolled over, purring like an overgrown tabby cat. For many months, the lion followed them as a dog might, and it was so gentle even the mothers allowed their children to play with it.
But a jealous enemy killed the lion in a bid to hurt Guy and this, finally made him return home, heading a great line of knights and servants he’d collected in his time abroad.
Felice ran to him, joyfully. “Sir Guy. I have prayed every day for your safe return. I am so pleased to see you and hope this time you will tarry a while.”
He hugged her. “It is my dearest wish to remain here with you and live happily together with a houseful of children running barefoot on the grass.”
Her father was equally pleased to see him, for he knew his daughter would favour no other suitor, and with permission given, set about arranging a great and splendid wedding. Dukes, earls, and knights arrived with many fair and lovely ladies, and the feasting and merriment lasted for fifteen days. Then all the guests went away full of wonderment at the splendour they had seen. But this is not the end of Guy’s story.
The jester glanced around hopefully, but it had been a long, intense session, so they agreed to continue on the morrow.
“How can you be here exactly when I needed you? Are you a ghost – or a guardian angel?”
Barty grinned. “The Hermit you sent to bury us had some magical herbs so Hereward and I were brought back from death’s door.”
“And Armand?”
He shook his head. “Couldn’t be saved. It took months for us to recover fully, but we followed your adventures at Arrascoun, and tracked you here to Greece.”
As the friends rode back to the town, the lion bounded up and they readied themselves for another fight, but the creature licked Guy’s feet and rolled over, purring like an overgrown tabby cat. For many months, the lion followed them as a dog might, and it was so gentle even the mothers allowed their children to play with it.
But a jealous enemy killed the lion in a bid to hurt Guy and this, finally made him return home, heading a great line of knights and servants he’d collected in his time abroad.
Felice ran to him, joyfully. “Sir Guy. I have prayed every day for your safe return. I am so pleased to see you and hope this time you will tarry a while.”
He hugged her. “It is my dearest wish to remain here with you and live happily together with a houseful of children running barefoot on the grass.”
Her father was equally pleased to see him, for he knew his daughter would favour no other suitor, and with permission given, set about arranging a great and splendid wedding. Dukes, earls, and knights arrived with many fair and lovely ladies, and the feasting and merriment lasted for fifteen days, the guests full of wonderment at the splendour they encountered.
The jester glanced around hopefully, but it had been a long, intense session, so they agreed to continue on the morrow.
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