The Pardoner

“Aye, Scholar try this one for size for educational purposes,” said the Miller scratching his beard, recalling his story. The night was cold as the fire drove the darkness away as all were encircled in a joyous heap of foretold stories. The Scholar whom did not look up from his book uttered “I have no time for this circus.” The Miller, looking around the fire, paused for a moment, only to reveal his rock-like teeth glaring through his beard, “Don’t get ye panties in a twist, it involves all the virtues man wants: a lady, a successful profession, and excitement; all within the bounds of law of course.” The Pardoner, who was counting his money, jerked up in expression of his own delight, upsetting the cart horse, “The bounds of law? Please continue.”

‘Do my eyes dare lay upon her and her fairest that entices me?’ Uttered Frank as he was tying the noose to his victim. Now in order to avoid such annoyance, was the eversome lust whom Frank given in to as more torturous than physical punishment is a wanting heart. Frank and Bertha’s love grew faster than pushing daisies who were indeed Bertha’s favorite flower.

However on that hell some, fantastic day was the arrival of Bertha’s husband who was Sir Justin of Shining Armor, known the be one of the most bravest and smartest of the land. Sir Justin appeared unexpectedly from a war easily won. Upon arrival was Bertha kissing Frank who caught sight of Justin and then yelled. ‘There’s my man!’ By ways of fate, Bertha denied ever knowing Frank and by ways of force did he held her captive by his scheming ways. ‘If humanity has ever taught you something, it is by word of law and decency. I shall have your head upon my mantel at once!’ Screamed Sir Justin of Shining Armor in a pitch higher than the crows above. Once seized, Frank was thrown down upon the Court of Fair Justice to face the judge in swift graze. By right of knightly passage and a few bribes here and there and by the sure sense of love, Frank was sentenced to