24-10-2009The morning dawned, and Sir Trevor rode Beamer to his fate with the tooth puller, who had everything prepared in readiness for him. He gave our Knight a dose of Laudanum for the pain, prior to starting the pull. Once the painkiller had taken effect he rolled up his sleeves. Grabbing the tooth removing instrument he told Sir Trevor to brace himself.
Gripping the sides of the chair , to help with leverage, he gave a nod of the head indicating he was ready. The tooth puller, who had the unfortunate name of "Kuck", flexed his biceps and with a mighty jerk pulled the offending tooth out.
After paying an outrageous fee for his services, our Knight returned to the castle. Lady Cheryl was waiting anxiously for his return. Enquiring after his health Sir Trevor muttered as one who had imbibed far too much mead, and could not control his facial muscles. His mouth was still quite numb from the Laudanum and he had difficulty speaking.
Lady Cheryl sympathised with her love and suggested he tarry awhile till he reclaimed his power of speech. The Lords of the Privy Purse had been enquiring after Sir Trevor, and were speedy in sending notes of sympathy for his plight, rubbing their lucky rabbits foot it was not them. The very thought of the Tooth Puller was enough to make grown men quiver, and solicited an immediate prayer that this not happen to them.
Our Knight replied to their notes and assured them he would be back about their business within a few hours. True to his word as always, that is precisely what he did.
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