15-10-2009
Sir Trevor had ridden Beamer to a new assignment for the Lords of the Privy Purse. He was to assess the damage caused by flooding at a castle in the county of Blouberg. The county was famous everywhere for its awe inspiring sunsets from the beach.
It was not very far from their own county, and had a view of the mountain that resembled a table. Yesterday had seen a cloud covering resembling a tablecloth, on the top of the mountain. On sight of this our Knight and Lady knew, as did all in their county that it foretold strong winds and a change in weather.
Lady Cheryl hoped that it would soon blow over, as a banquet had been planned to celebrate her birth date.
Sir Peter, Lady Cheryl's firstborn had come to visit with his mother, she enquired if there was a Lady in prospect for marriage yet, only to be told that after a failed union some years before, he had no desire for a permanent partner, but preferred to play the field, living a rakes merry life. Sir Trevor always took his side, scolding our Lady for interfering. He suggested she leave him be, as he obviously was enjoying the life he led, and reminded her that he had been the same, prior to meeting her of course.
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