Castle News

25=10-2009


The day before had marked the birth date of Lady Giselle Brigitte, our Lady's youngest daughter, who after marrying the wandering Portuguese, Sir Joaquin, had set up home with him in the Kingdom of The Long White Cloud, New Zealand. It lay far away on the other side of the world. She was sorely missed by Lady Cheryl, who did her best to keep up communications via racing pigeons and using the signals that had been discovered in the stars. Called satellites, they allowed communications via the little boxes with moving pictures.


Lady Giselle's siblings, Lady Angelique and Sir Peter arrived to send greetings to their sister and assure her of their love and support. Obvious it was just how greatly she was missed. Her tender heart and great sense of humour were admired by so many. She would always be affectionately remembered.


At noon, leaving Sir Trevor penning his reports, Lady Cheryl visited the local nursery. She loved to wander around looking for unusual plants for her own gardens. Soaking up the fragrances as she went about, it was not long before she had a bevy followers, all admiring her choices of plants. She could not help but impart some of her knowledge to those who needed or asked for assistance. Her experience stood her in good stead to recognise what needed to be done in order to be successful raising plants, in what could be unforgiving conditions in their county.


She returned with her bounty and offloaded The Grey, who snorted with indignation at being treated as a common cart horse, and not the beautiful riding hack that he was. Sir Trevor came out to see what his love had returned with. Shaking his head, he gently suggested that they would need a larger stretch of land, to accommodate all these new acquisitions. Not to mention far larger pockets to hold the many pennies it took to pay for all this.

Castle News

24-10-2009


The 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.

Castle News

23-10-2009


Beamer,Sir Trevor's steed, needed new horseshoes. Our caring Knight had taken him to the farrier, only to be told that the shoes for Beamer would have to be custom made, and would only be ready on the weekend. Until then if he rode Beamer, he was advised that it would be best if he not gallop on Beamer or come to sudden stops, which could cause injury to the steed.


It went without saying that Sir Trevor would take the utmost precaution with his Silver Steed as he had never before owned a steed so noble and well bred. Lady Cheryl agreed that he might use The Grey, her own riding hack. Of course she was always very wary of anyone else riding The Grey, as she never for one moment believed anyone other than herself would or could handle him as she did.




Lady Cheryl could not help noticing that Sir Trevor's cheek had become swollen once more. It looked the same as it had the week before. He agreed that it was. He was so perturbed by it that he felt the need to call once more on the dreaded tooth puller. On inspection of his tooth the tooth puller agreed to do remove the tooth the following morning. Back at the castle he relayed the news to his love, who shuddered at the very thought. Lady Cheryl asked him if he was not filled with dread ? Brave Knight that he was , he insisted that he was not at all apprehensive.

Castle News

22-10-2009

There had been cause for double celebration the day previous. It was the birth date of Lord Gilbert, Sir Trevor's father and also of Lady Chery's grandchild, the page Christiano Fernando, who turned one. You could tell by his names that he father was descended from the nation of seagoing explorers, the Portuguese.

Sir Trevor received a message via the tiny box that rang to alert him. It was from his shoemaker. Our Knight was most particular of his attire and insisted on only the best footwear available. Hence, he had called on a shoemaker famous throughout the Kingdom. His name was Aldo, this man prided himself on the workmanship of his shoes, which were always at the height of fashion.

Sir Trevor had need to return his last pair purchased which had cost a pretty penny. The stitching had come apart at the toes. Finding that Aldo was not there, he spoke to the apprentice. Lacking the finesse of his mentor, he dared to suggest that may hap Sir Trevor knew not how to walk in them. Sir Trevor took the hapless lad to task for his impertinence, and, was quick to inform him that he was not known as dashing for nought. He demanded that this impertinent lad report to Aldo as soon as he returned.

It would appear that on his return Aldo was aghast at the inference dealt out to Sir Trevor, being a valued customer he hastened to put matters right. He told Sir Trevor he would be only too pleased if he would allow him the opportunity to make him a new pair.

Mollified, the gentle side of our Knight returned, it was rare indeed to see him so out of sorts as he had been. What was amazing was that Beamer, his silver steed, also had problems with his shoes which needed to be replaced.

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.

Castle News

19-10-2009

Lady Cheryl visited the castle of Lady Jowyne and Sir Marvyn. She had need to thank them for their gift, a beautiful journal. It was a gift that had much thought and caring spent on it. After being welcomed inside, she complimented Lady Jowyne for being so beautifully turned out at the banquet.

Lady Jowyne informed her that they had really enjoyed themselves and though they were reluctant to depart early, they had no choice in the matter. Lady Jowyne's mother the dowager Lady Constance had suffered another bad turn and could not be left for long to fend for herself.

On her return to the castle, our Lady found Sir Trevor ready to set out on Beamer, to the the Valley of the Tiger. He had need to see a seamstress to have new shirts made. He enquired if Lady Cheryl would like to accompany him? She declined his invitation saying she would rather take the time to relax in the gardens.

When he returned our Knight displayed his new attire for his lady's approval. He did look handsome she thought. He then presented her with a gift in a box tied with ribbons. It was a lovely set of lingerie, perfect for the coming hot summer nights. Lady Cheryl was delighted. His reward would come later, but, in the meantime she had prepared a loin of tender mutton to be served with crisp roasted potatoes. A motley mix of colourful vegetables would be added. Served on a bed of white rice she had made a delicious gravy to top it off. Descending down to the cellar Sir Trevor chose a mead of rose blended by Four Cousins, this he decided would be perfect to wash down their meal.

Castle News

20-10-2009

Our Knight Sir Trevor, after spending the morning penning reports to the Lords of the Privy Purse, kissed his Lady adieu, and set forth once more on his silver steed Beamer. He had been called to assess damage sustained at a castle in the county favoured by the rich and wealthy, called Constantia. Some of the "uneducated" and called this place "Can't stand yer", revealing their envy of the opulence of the Lords and Ladies who owned castles in this county.

As our Knight had discovered though, being wealthy was not an indication of intelligence. Clearly confirming his theory, was this particular assignment for the Lords of the Privy Purse. It would transpire that unlike most other castles in the realm that had been built on top of a good lookout point, this castle had been built in a valley. This had left it vulnerable to attack from flood and foe alike.

A dam had been built by the constructors for the realm,the water was transported to everyone via canals. Unfortunate it was that there was a fault in the canal above the castle in question, this had caused water to cascade down and flood the aforesaid castle. The damage had been great. The Lords of the Privy Purse faced with a claim for a very large amount, had to decide who or what was at fault. The stupidity of the Lord or the shoddy workmanship of the constructors.

All would hinge on Sir Trevor's report. It was good fortune indeed that much trust was placed in our Knight, for being unbiased and fair at all times, and known to be honourable, never prone to bribery and corruption. Hence the honour bestowed on him as Knight of the Realm, Sir Trevor the Noble.