The Tale of Sir Brychan
The Maid of Wandborough
Returning home from his duties at The Battle of Lincoln in 490AD, Sir Brychan finds his manors undone by the most uncanny event! the stories are confused, but it seems his step father has been abducted by a bear, or a woman, or a woman riding a bear, and his beloved wife has chased off after her father single handed! it seems the poor girls wits had been addled by false tales of Sir Brychans death…
Making up for lost time, Sir Brychan’s hunt for Sir Ursal and his captor, a large bear, began at once. Reasoning that roads would lead to both dangerous territory and wasted time, the knight and his men at arms decided to head due north towards Wandborough. After passing through the village, the intrepid troop quite literally bumped into a teenage girl fleeing from some unnamed terror, covered in mud and streaked with tears. After trying to glean what was coming their way from the girl, she was sent off to hide in the undergrowth. With the forewarning, the men at arms and heavily armoured knight were more than prepared for the small rabble of bandits that promptly burst through the undergrowth.
So ready, in fact that Bain killed two men with as many devastating blows and cut a third from neck to navel with a mighty swing of his axe. Petyr, seeing the unmitigated slaughter of the bandits, decided to incapacitate one for questioning. He did this by clubbing a man with the butt of his spear and for the rest of the skirmish, sitting astride him. This was as sure a way of imprisoning a man as any; Petyr is a veritable giant and seldom says no to a second helping.
After the battle, the ground was saturated with blood and a generous sprinkling had been applied to the surrounding area. Two of the original bandits remained, one with such a severe stab wound he could not even stand. Petyr’s charge was questioned as to why the men were chasing the girl, but no real answer was given. Sir Brychan, unwilling to execute criminals on another lord’s land, decided to take the outlaws to the nearest town for a trial. While this was taking place, Myle, who’s looks are enough to set a fire burning in any woman and many men’s hearts and loins, went to look for the girl. His looks did not avail him this time though, for he had another man’s blood slowly coagulating on his face, somewhat marring his allure and sending more tears down the young girls face.
Questioning the girl was futile as she sank into a deeper and deeper shock. Her eyes going from seeing the blood spattered men at arms, grinning at the rush of victory, to the ground on which they stood which was a charnel pit of organs, blood, mud and rain. Aedon’s sympathetic words were beyond untrustworthy as his eyes looked up and down the vulnerable young girl shivering in front of him. While Myle and Bain’s pioneering of the ‘Bad Cop-Bad Cop’ interrogation technique did little to ease the girl’s fears. Sir Brychan, seeing that the girl was beyond questioning for the time being commanded that she be taken with them as a witness for the trial of the surviving bandits. Aedon swiftly volunteered to share his horse with the distressed damsel, and manhandled her upon the beast with a grin on his face and a bulge in his drawers. Before the men rode off, they bound Petyr’s captive and brought him with them. The other bandit was beyond help and Sir Brychan ordered him to be put out of his misery. More than half of the men reached for their daggers with a grin, but before most of the men had even had time to show naked steel, the sly Dafyyd stooped down and gave the outlaw a second smile as wide as a devils grin.
Later on in the day, the girl came out of shock with a jolt, falling from the horse and leaving Aedon’s hands empty and grasping. Bain and Myle, still covered in lifeblood, swiftly descended upon her with a rally of questions and threats. The men learned that she was a runaway, that her name was ______ and that she didn’t know where she was. They tried to ask her why the outlaws were chasing her but she flushed and hid in her hair, maybe too embarrassed, polite or frightened to say. At this point, Aedon started reassuring her with sickly promises that he would personally protect her and see that she got to the next town unharmed. The men noted he said unharmed, not unsullied.