William stepped out from the alderman’s home and walked under the sun’s rays and harsh summer heat. The folk of the village, which William could not remember it’s name, seemed as if a curse had been lifted upon them. A few days ago they were hidden inside their homes, fearful of the dreaded beast that would prowl at night. However that beast won’t be prowling anymore. The young knight kept moving through the village, watching the people work on the fields, talk and play. He felt happy, and every time he killed the local threat, he savored when the villagers would celebrate. An act of kindness, he thought. While passing by the village, he was greeted with “Hero!”, and “Bless ye boy!” Soon he reached the stables, where stood a small statured, bald man with a crooked …show more content…
The alderman and I have spoken on my reward for slaying the beast. Along with a pouch of schillings, I was to be given a mare. Any, from your choosing.” “He did, did he?” “Aye.” The man scratched his chin. “Well, I suppose he did. I’ll take your word. Take this as my gift to you for ending that damn giant.” The man leaned over and spat on the ground. “To hell with it. Damn beast took two of my fastest horses.” He left the knight grumbling under his breath and went into the stables to fetch a mare fit for him. While waiting William was soon swarmed with flies and the smell of manure filled his nose. He wanted to leave this pest-filled village. When the man came back with a horse, William noticed a saddle upon it’s back. “Think of the saddle as a little extra,” he said, pulling the horse behind him. When the horse came closer, he noticed the saddle was worn out, a bit tattered. The horse itself seemed healthy with a chestnut coat and white going down its face to its nose. She was stellar, and William wondered if this was the best horse he could give. “Her name is Chestnut, just like the color of her coat.” The man handed him the end of a rope which was tied around her