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The cry was heard from across the valley
Soft and a long way off
So when the indifferent heard it
They looked and shrugging and went back to their hoeing.
The curious looked up, whispered to each other
Speculated and started a story,
Always with no substance, the truth a triviality.
The next day the cry became a wail
The indifferent, among many expletives
Muttered, “Bloody neighbours” and looked away.
The curious gathered in bigger groups,
Their story taking shape,
Fed off petty gossip mongering
They were loving every second,
Their lives enriched by the misery of others.
The knight was tired of fencing lessons
Saw a cause he might pursue
A maiden in distress, or a distressing maiden
He didn’t care.
He readied himself with great fanfare,
To ride out and assume the quest
That was his role he had been told.
By now the wail had reached a crescendo,
The town urged the knight to go forth
To cross the valley and sort it out
To return a hero, with a bride, maybe.
They watched as he crossed the valley,
The indifferent thought him a fool,
The curious thought him the source of story,
Juicy titbits they invented daily
They were not ones for truth.
Across the valley, the wailing ceased
There was silence.
The indifferent continued their mundane hoeing
The curious created a fictional legend
For then the knight returned
His armour beaten and battered
His will all but destroyed.
The wailing had been a maiden
But not one in distress
He had wandered in all gusto
To a place, he was not welcomed.
He resolved in future to play it safe
Stick to fencing lessons
At least there he stood a chance.