sir baldric and thhe evil threshmit

Sir. Baldric and The EvilThreshmit It was a frigid night at Rockland
Palace. The wind blew hard, and howled out of the night, as the rain beat
down on Sir. Morgan as he stood outside the castle walls. He had just
returned with the news from King Crenshaw. Suddenly from the dark of
the night came Threshmite, the great enemy of man. The description of
the beast given by the churl , who stood witness to Sir Morgan's
dismemberment, was that of a giant, man eating firs snorting, three
headed savage warthog gargoyle. As the lightening flashed, and the
thunder clapped, the it reared it's center head up, and gave a fell glare
into the eyes of the helpless peasant, who was frozen in a horrified
Position. It took nearly five hours, and the help of the resident
magician to get that out of him. He is as skittish as a hind , afraid to
venture out of the castle walls, or even let down the drawbridge, for fear
of becoming Threashmis' next meal. King Lenson grieved deeply over his
departed friend. He then asked for volunteers to hunt down the scatheful
beast. The reaction to his request was pathetic, not a man stood. It
seemed as though King Lenson's valiant knights were nothing more than
a flock of recreants. At last Sir. Baldric stepped forward, he had risen to
the occasion, proving true to his troth. He was truly a stalwart knight.
Early the next morning Baldric awakened, in preparation for his
endeavor. He dressed himself with care, methodically arranging his
raiment. As he pulled his hauberk over his head, and sweeping shoulders
the lady of the castle mad her way gently into the room. She helped him
finish dressing, and when he went to leave the room she made a tryst
between herself and Sir Baldric. They would meet in the church before he
left. She softly kissed his cheek, and departed. He went to the arms
room, and took down his sword from it's place on the wall. It shone bright
in the morning bask. It was whet after every use and now ready for action.
He saddled his horse, and went to go meet with lady Lenson in the
church. He found her in the last pew, dolorous and weeping. She begged
him not to go, so he pledged his mission in her honor. He was bound by

heart, and soul to seek and destroy Threshmiter. The king sent him out
on his way, and told Sir Baldric he would return victorious. So he rode
across the grassy knolls into the black forest. He crossed the deep
crags of Keystone, and the red river of evil. Through the valley of death,
and beyond. All the way braving the wolves, trolls, bears, and all of the
other savage creatures across the countryside. Alas in mid January he
came across some fewments, (Droppings of the beast pursued), and
knew he was near Treshmit. He began to set up camp, and while doing
this he began to think about home. He thought how he missed his warm
feather bed, the merry evensongs he sang around the fire with his
friends, and most of all he missed Lady Lenson. He was tired of stetting
up camp every night in a new place, building the palisade, and waking
with the sun covered with hoarfrost. He was nearing the end of his
journey, an would be home soon, but for now he must rest. He slept
lightly, and awoke early, broke down camp, and headed out. He came
across a great cave, and upon hearing the snorting, and smacking he
knew it was in the middle of a meal. Sir. Baldric sunk up from behind the
monster, and out on a slight overhang above Threshmit. He gathered his
thoughts, grasped the helve of his sword, and came down in the center of
the beast's neck, severing it's spinal column. He then took the haft of his
dagger and ripped open the leathery skin of the beast's throat, sending a
bath of blood through the cave. He had fell Threshmit, and completed his
mission, never sundering from the task at hand. Baldric took out the
beast's heart as proof of his success, and headed for home. His journey
home took nearly three weeks, but upon his arrival at Rockland he was
greeted warmly by all. They all gave boon to him, and there was a
gathering of the citizens of Rockland in Sir. Baldric's honor. The King, and
his knights were seated on the dais, Baldric in the seat of honor. He was
declared by the King as the noblest knight of the court, and given a red
silk girdle as a symbol of his courage. He thanked them all, and while the

men made merry, and drank, he slipped away with Lady Lenson into his
feather bed.