Sir Osis
“I decided to travel with the caravan for a distance, and, alas, there was an accident, and your daughter’s carriage was broken. There was no way we could make a lady have to ride in anything less. So, being a stranger and not a true member of the party, I offered to ride for assistance. Along the way, I was accosted by foul bandits, but I persevered and am here now, you see!”
Lord Feithid drops the hostility and takes a step back. “My daughter sent you on ahead, by yourself, for a carriage?”
“…Yes.”
“I knew we shouldn’t have spoiled her so much when she was little. Didn’t I tell you that, Harold?”
“Oh, it was actually the caravan master who brought it up to me. He wanted to ensure that all his charges made their journey’s in the utmost comfort.”
Lord Feithid shook his head and smiled. “I apologize for the trouble you went through, and I will be sending a patrol around the area to see if I can find any traces of those thugs that you ran into. For now, you are free to stay as long as you need.”
Sir Osis nodded and forced himself to remain smiling. “A thousand thanks, but I am afraid I cannot tarry long. I fear I will be needed in the land of my own habitation to guard against such evil as long as it remains a blight upon our fair lands.”
“Well. All right, then.” He stepped away from the knight and gestured towards the castle. “My table is open to you, if you change your mind. Else, Godspeed.”
***
Sir Osis made his way back home safely, and all went back to normal. Evidence of the caravan robbery was found, and the dead were buried. It was assumed that they had been attacked after Sir Osis had left them, and Lord Feithid’s men scoured the country for Marian. Neither she nor any of those others who had been captured were found.
Time passed, and although he still felt a heavy guilt whenever he heard of anything related to what had happened, Sir Osis no longer lost any sleep at night and went about his day as cheery as ever. Then a girl showed up saying she had been living as a slave and had escaped and made her way back home on a ship. It turned out she had been a servant in the house of Lord Feithid, and when he questioned her and learned that the true account of events had a few slight differences when compared to the one he had heard from the bedraggled knight on the pony, he was furious. Sir Osis’s lord tried to protect him, but nothing could convince Feithid that Sir Osis had been anything but a conspirator to profit off the life of his daughter.
One day, as he was training in the yard, Sir Osis was shot in the neck with an arrow and died. The assassin was never caught.
Lord Feithid drops the hostility and takes a step back. “My daughter sent you on ahead, by yourself, for a carriage?”
“…Yes.”
“I knew we shouldn’t have spoiled her so much when she was little. Didn’t I tell you that, Harold?”
“Oh, it was actually the caravan master who brought it up to me. He wanted to ensure that all his charges made their journey’s in the utmost comfort.”
Lord Feithid shook his head and smiled. “I apologize for the trouble you went through, and I will be sending a patrol around the area to see if I can find any traces of those thugs that you ran into. For now, you are free to stay as long as you need.”
Sir Osis nodded and forced himself to remain smiling. “A thousand thanks, but I am afraid I cannot tarry long. I fear I will be needed in the land of my own habitation to guard against such evil as long as it remains a blight upon our fair lands.”
“Well. All right, then.” He stepped away from the knight and gestured towards the castle. “My table is open to you, if you change your mind. Else, Godspeed.”
***
Sir Osis made his way back home safely, and all went back to normal. Evidence of the caravan robbery was found, and the dead were buried. It was assumed that they had been attacked after Sir Osis had left them, and Lord Feithid’s men scoured the country for Marian. Neither she nor any of those others who had been captured were found.
Time passed, and although he still felt a heavy guilt whenever he heard of anything related to what had happened, Sir Osis no longer lost any sleep at night and went about his day as cheery as ever. Then a girl showed up saying she had been living as a slave and had escaped and made her way back home on a ship. It turned out she had been a servant in the house of Lord Feithid, and when he questioned her and learned that the true account of events had a few slight differences when compared to the one he had heard from the bedraggled knight on the pony, he was furious. Sir Osis’s lord tried to protect him, but nothing could convince Feithid that Sir Osis had been anything but a conspirator to profit off the life of his daughter.
One day, as he was training in the yard, Sir Osis was shot in the neck with an arrow and died. The assassin was never caught.
