Brother Steven
CCCXI Duel at Forestmen's Falls
"But how does one find a pack of foresters?" Queried a soldier to Sir Godfrey.
"Well, when I was a lad, I explored these woods as a forester myself, and if I recall correctly, there should be an old encampment up near the falls at Pebble Creek."
A few hours' march took the company to a large treehouse on the edge of a cliff. No sooner had they arrived at the structure when a booming voice hailed them.
"I say, who be down there?!"
"I am Sir Godfrey, and these are my troops!" He waved his hand towards his loyal men.
"What do ye want? Speak now or go away!" the voice in the tree demanded.
"We seek a band of thieves who have been pilfering livestock and other valuables!
A new voice cried out in a cockney accent. "T'wasn't us, Guv'nor!"
Then a new sound rang out from the other side of the tree. "BAaAaAaAaA"
All the men started as they recognized the unmistakable bleat of a goat.
"Was that a GOAT I heard?!" Sir Godfrey bellowed.
"Nuthin' of the kind!"
"BaAaAaAaAaA"
Yet the sound continued.
"Why would foresters keep goats? Where did you get those animals?"
The voice from the tree called out again, this time even more insolently. "Fine, they be goats, but what'cha gonna do about it, milord?"
"I'm going to give you two options. I will either charge up there with my men and impale you all upon the points of our spears, OR, I will be merciful and let you leave the country, provided that you never return."
A pause. Then a few heads began to pop out from the treetops. One in particular wore a hat with a black feather., "I've got a better idea! How about I challenge thee to a duel?" He sneered. "If I win, we stay, if I lose to thee, we go. Me and my three companions will shake the dust of this ground from our feet."
The sword hissed as Sir Godfrey drew it from his sheath. "Challenge accepted!" Sir Godfrey hollered. The metal glinted in the sunlight.
The ringleader then swung himself over the rail, slid down the trunk and roots, and landed squarely in front of Sir Godfrey.
With one swing of his blade, Sir Godfrey swatted the forester head over heels into the creek beside them. A cheer rang out from the soldiers and a groan from the forester company.
"Now then," Sir Godfrey replaced the sword in his scabbard whilst the forestman came up spluttering and gasping for air. "I suggest ye start packing without further ado. But leave the goats."
C&C welcome!
~Bro Steven
CCCXI Duel at Forestmen's Falls
"But how does one find a pack of foresters?" Queried a soldier to Sir Godfrey.
"Well, when I was a lad, I explored these woods as a forester myself, and if I recall correctly, there should be an old encampment up near the falls at Pebble Creek."
A few hours' march took the company to a large treehouse on the edge of a cliff. No sooner had they arrived at the structure when a booming voice hailed them.
"I say, who be down there?!"
"I am Sir Godfrey, and these are my troops!" He waved his hand towards his loyal men.
"What do ye want? Speak now or go away!" the voice in the tree demanded.
"We seek a band of thieves who have been pilfering livestock and other valuables!
A new voice cried out in a cockney accent. "T'wasn't us, Guv'nor!"
Then a new sound rang out from the other side of the tree. "BAaAaAaAaA"
All the men started as they recognized the unmistakable bleat of a goat.
"Was that a GOAT I heard?!" Sir Godfrey bellowed.
"Nuthin' of the kind!"
"BaAaAaAaAaA"
Yet the sound continued.
"Why would foresters keep goats? Where did you get those animals?"
The voice from the tree called out again, this time even more insolently. "Fine, they be goats, but what'cha gonna do about it, milord?"
"I'm going to give you two options. I will either charge up there with my men and impale you all upon the points of our spears, OR, I will be merciful and let you leave the country, provided that you never return."
A pause. Then a few heads began to pop out from the treetops. One in particular wore a hat with a black feather., "I've got a better idea! How about I challenge thee to a duel?" He sneered. "If I win, we stay, if I lose to thee, we go. Me and my three companions will shake the dust of this ground from our feet."
The sword hissed as Sir Godfrey drew it from his sheath. "Challenge accepted!" Sir Godfrey hollered. The metal glinted in the sunlight.
The ringleader then swung himself over the rail, slid down the trunk and roots, and landed squarely in front of Sir Godfrey.
With one swing of his blade, Sir Godfrey swatted the forester head over heels into the creek beside them. A cheer rang out from the soldiers and a groan from the forester company.
"Now then," Sir Godfrey replaced the sword in his scabbard whilst the forestman came up spluttering and gasping for air. "I suggest ye start packing without further ado. But leave the goats."
C&C welcome!
~Bro Steven