Castle News

Virtute et Valore
(By virtue and valour)

29-10-2009


Sir Trevor had duties to perform once more in the county of Constantia. It was always a pleasant ride, crossing the bridge over the Deep River, then following the meandering trail along the Black River. Keeping close to the mountain shaped like a table, passing the forest of the New Lands then up the hills to the scenic vista laid out before one entered this fair place.


It was a place favoured by ambassadors from far away Kingdoms. A veritable stewing pot of who's who. No matter race, colour or creed, as long as their pockets and their treasure chests were full, they were made welcome to make this there home.





Sir Trevor though never felt out of place and easily held his own. He had been fortunate to receive the very best private education, tutored by none other than St. George's best. Had he not been hellbent on becoming a minstrel, who knows what he might have become?


Happy and content he was that he had followed his own path. He had the fondest memories, that only one who had been able to do exactly what he wanted, could possibly have. Now he was a noble Knight , owner of his own castle and land, a seaside cottage and with a lovely Lady by his side.


Life was good, with a wonderful steed to transport him, going about the duties for the Lords of the Privy Purse and aiding so many people every day. He was most grateful for his choices made years before. In truth at the time they had invoked the wrath of his mother, the Dowager Lady Edwina, who had made it clear to him, how much they had sacrificed to pay for his education. Now it was obvious that the good education had never been wasted, but instead had aided Sir Trevor in achieving his goals. Needless to say he would always be grateful to his parents for that.