The Knight of Grim Tidings A novel

London, England, 1435.

Lord Charles Aitken, a rich man in England, tells a story about The Knight of Grim Tidings, a sinster figure of legend, who spells evil to those who live there.


2. The Knight of Grim Tidings-Part Two


Lady Elizabeth Booth drank her white wine.

She wore a black gown, and glided towards the warm fireplace. Her long, black hair glowed; her brown eyes focused on the group. "Lord Charles, you shall not tell me about the fate of the villagers; you shall not tell me the news about a diabolical knight who brings ill will to everyone he sees", she uttered. Lord Charles Aitken smiled, and grinned without humour. "It's a sense of regret, my Lady, that not many villagers, or people of rich associations, will not deal with the facts of the case; that, in my belief, the knight of grim tidings, is a spectre of doom. Besides, all of the time here this night, shall be entertained by this tale". Suddenly, and without any kind of fear, Lord Daniel Squire, walked towards Lady Elizabeth. "It's hard to believe in the tale of death...and nightmares, my Lord; death and terror that preys on the minds of those who come here as guests". He drank his wine from his goblet. Then, when the old rosewood Grandfather clock tolled 7:00 PM, Lord Charles smiled. "It's time gentlemen and ladies to dine. Please take a seat, and we'll eat and drink for the next hour". And, after he finished speaking, Lady Elizabeth shivered with terror...and prayed to God before she sat down on her own seat next to Lord Daniel Squire.


It was a cold, bitter night in London, England. Father Randall Y. Parker perused the Bible in his left hand; the chapter on Revelations was chilling. He had short, black hair, brown eyes, and tall. He was cleanly shaven. He was dressed in his Church clothes. There were no dust; there was just polished black shoes in his feet. "Lord Charles, I'm sure, as I digress, that there's nothing unseemly in this tale you tell", he said. Lord Charles nodded. "Nay, I seek no pleasure in telling the legend of the Knight of Grim Tidings, Father". And, as the aroma of beef, vegetables, and onions, wafted across the spacious Dining Room, Lady Elizabeth peered out of the glass windows, and heard the sound of a coachmen's driver yanking the black reigns of the majestic looking horses down the cobbled streets...and disappear in a thick blanket of fog that descended on the town by 7:30 PM.


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