The tale of Thunk’s arrival in the company of Stone’s Throw. In which many good knights were slain by dark deeds, and was given perchance the means to deliver a gentle feline into safety.
On the meeting of kind strangers, and the setting forth to do justice for knights laid low by treachery.
Then when Thunk had removed to the hold of Mump, he called at the door and it was opened unto him and mercies granted by strangers therein. And by the while when Thunk was amended, the strangers were made known to him and he marveled at their kindness.
There was there the friar Apoc, whose eyes did leme with a holy light; whose words held thunder, and whose mind was turned to order. There also was the bard Clay, quick of wit and sharp of tongue, bearing a mighty hammer and a fae attendant whom set Thunk aback, tho he was assured of the creature’s good nature. Also there was Shaguay, a saxon warrior, but of passing good character and temperament as was witnessed by all who were there in attendance. Also resting there with them was a feline companion, called of Benedetto, small in stature and having of a marvelous collection of stones, tho they be much too small for throwing.
And when they had rested there awhile, and had their slumber, Thunk’s heart was heavy and he sorrowed greatly for the woe that had befallen his mighty companions. And he entreated unto his gentle hosts that they may have pity for these fallen knights and aid his need in putting them to their rest with dignity. And at the telling of his sorrow the host of strangers lept up, to a man, and said, let us tarry not, and seek this place that we might set aright the evil that was done upon them.
And when Thunk heard this, he was glad, but feared at once for their gentle feline friend, wist so well as he did the great peril that may visit them there. And he resolved to stand watch upon him such that none who would do harm unto him shall be made to know their triumph.
Then the band removed into the forest of Emradi, and with great resolve and prowess did find their way and followed the signs of passage back to the place where was the task they found most urgent.
And within a litle space the band came unto the doomed caravan of Sir Bedivere’s company, and when Thunk saw the great damage of the Saxon treachery, he was wroth, and sware in his heart that these good knights should soon be revenged. Then the band set about to construct a pyre, such that the honorable knights should be delivered unto death with proper respects befitting their station.
Of fell magick, and the regrettable defilement of honorable men.
And when the band had waited there a little while; before their task was finished, there did stir a fell fae magick, and ferly the slain knights raised from their sleep to a man, excepting Sir Bedevere yet he lay as he fell. And the raised knights set upon the companions with mighty blows. And when the friar saw this, he raised his holy icon and his eyes leme bright and he rebuked the abomination with such authority that even the lately dead did waver in their advance and were made ‘ware the nearness of their second end. At their pause the companions lept forward into the melee striking about them, and bringing such injury to them as they would flee were they fitted to reason.
Then the foe bearing the likeness of Sir Lucan turned towards dear Benedetto and smote him soundly as he made his escape. When Thunk saw this, he was filled with torment at his duty, and he cried, Forgive me Sir Lucan, for thou knowest not thy folly! And he smote him on the head with such a furious blow that it was removed from his shoulders, but the abomination was not swayed, and pressed on with his attack. Presently through the fray came Shaguay, his great axe raised to cleave the firmament. And with his axe, he smote the abomination through and through, flesh and bone, even in two pieces, that the axe felt the earth.
And when the quarrel was ended, the companions again set about their righteous work.
On the defeat of the saxon horde, and the marvelous deeds of arms displayed there.
Soon thereafter the sound of their battle had reached into the wood and from there emerged a horde of saxons seuen-fold and armored in the livery of these martyred knights. They entered the croft there and made a mighty charge on the companions, that they might grow their wicked plunder anon. But the five companions made their party strong against the saxon advance, and made great war against them.
There the saxon blows fell upon Clay like rain, but none could touch him. And he smote with his hammer on the right and on the left and none did approach but were laid low by his marvelous display of arms. And Clay was so bloody, that by his ears there might no man know him, for all was blood and brains on his hammer.
And on his right stood fast Shaguay, his great axe flashing to and fro amongst the throng. At once approached a mighty foe, clad in filched mail, and seeking great harm upon him. But Shaguay was well framed, and smote the saxon on the shoulder such that arm and shield were cast into the field.
And one amongst the saxons was a shaman of passing potency, who did conjure a fae spear which dashed about by no man’s hand, and set upon the friar Apoc with fair temptation, for to lay him low that was a bane unto them. But the friar was keen, and at once grew wings whereupon he did take flight as possessed by a seraph. And he did swoop and glide above the contest, bestowing blessings and cursings upon the combatants who were gathered there.
Then there arose fair fae magics in the midst of the fray afflicting only the saxons, and wrought upon them a mighty sleep that would not be denied even as the battle raged about them. But also there was Shaguay, a saxon, but of the kind host, and tho he resisted mightily, was cast down to slumber.
Then from the melee came a saxon warrior of great sinew, and wielded his halberd with furious intent to do harm upon the peaceful feline who was Thunk’s ward. And Thunk made fast his feet to take the saxon at his charge and smote at him to stop his advance. But the saxon was cunning, and avoided the onslaught with a nimble grace belied of his stature. Then the saxon returned to his attack, and did him passing great harm, and wounded him full sore, such that he was laid to ground for a time.
And upon this doing, the savage was again turned to gentle Benedetto and chas’d him to a tree, even high into the boughs. Then when Thunk saw this, he was wroth with him, and followed on him fiercely, letting such a roar to draw his tent. The saxon saw that and came forth to meet him. Then Thunk smote at the saxon with great ire, and smote him on the helm that he fell to the earth. By this was gentle Benedetto holpen from danger and delivered from horrible maims, even death, at the end of the saxon spear.
Then Thunk did turn his fury to the remnant of the saxon throng, and by his tilt, and a final flourish of marvelous battle by the noble companions were they made to take their end.
On the recovery of Sir Bedivere’s armor, and the completion of their task.
Presently as the fury of battle did subside, Thunk saw the armor of his paragon Sir Bedivere at hand, and weened that it should be restored and carried anon into honorable battle in his memory, against those who would threaten the good and gentle folk of this country, that they may be assuaged, and peace be recalled unto them.
And when the pyre was built, and the slain knights afforded their esteem, Thunk wist their honor restored, and was glad in his heart for these new companions whose stalwart courage hath brought justice from villany. Also at that time the saxon remains were put to the torch ere they were raised again by the same fell fae magics seen in this place. And with their noble task accomplished, the companions struck out again for Stone’s Throw where awaited comfort for their wounds and respite from the savage wilds.
Thus were these good knights avenged, and thus was delivered gentle Benedetto into sanctuary.