Castle News

News 21-10-2009

Lady Cheryl set out early, leaving her riding hack, The Grey, behind in his stable. She had decided the walk would afford her an opportunity to mingle with the folk living in the surrounds of the castle. After all, what better way to ascertain if all went well in the running of the village of the Cape.

On her return, cheeks rosy from the exercise, she searched out Sir Trevor to see what duties he had to perform that day. The peace and quiet were rudely interrupted by a loud knocking on the castle doors, announcing the arrival of the serving maid Lena. Lady Cheryl hastened to instruct her in her duties for the day.

Realising the futility to expect any measure of quiet whilst Lena was there, Sir Trevor set out on Beamer. He was to travel to the county of Claremont. There, along the min thoroughfare, was a huge stadium. Originally built at great cost, as a meeting place for the affluent to go to, to enjoy many pastimes, it had instead, been snubbed by the elite. It had been built on the wrong side of the road, and the elite would rather die than be seen there.

Losing its former splendour due to lack of funds and neglect due to a lack of commerce, the stadium had become a ghostly shell of what it could have been. Now it was vulnerable to vandalism, by the thieves and robbers who frequented the area. It was now up to Sir Trevor to assess the resulting damage left by these vagabonds.

Lady Cheryl knew she would be uneasy until he returned. Many a fine steed had been stolen from there, and a prize steed such as Beamer, would be very tempting indeed. The purses of the rich were also at risk of being pilfered as pickpockets abounded there. Sir Trevor though gently scoffed at her concerns, assuring her he was always alert to possible dangers. He vowed he would always return safe and sound to his love.

Nonetheless, it was with relief that Lady Cheryl heard the sound of Beamer's hooves entering the castle courtyard, running into the courtyard she admired the magnificent beast, steam emitted from his flaring nostrils, his once shiny coat covered in the dust of the trails. He was a horse worthy of carrying her love. As soon as Sir Trevor dismounted she flew into his arms and welcomed him with a kiss.