Dearg Mor and the Black Bull
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The old year was drawing to a close and Sir Gawaine was visiting Old Stones Keep, the holding of Sir Vincent and Lady Johanna. The morning mists were just clearing and the common folk setting about their daily tasks when a horn sounded from a nearby wood. A lilting, almost insulting call, followed by a chorus of battle cries as Dearg Mor ( Big Red ), burst from the woods with a straggle of Picts at his heels. To Arms! To Arms! The enemy is upon us! " MY BULL! " bellowed Sir Vince, " He's after my Prize BULL! " " TO HORSE!" "Gawaine, I beg of you to stay and guard the Lady Joan while I teach this barbarian a lesson ". With that, the Lord of the Manor clattered down the stairs to arm for battle. Some of the herdsmen in the field drove the various groups of cattle back towards safety while others raced to head off the attackers and drive them back. Archers manned the tower and knocked their bows waiting for an enemy rash enough to come in ran...