Spring 921 MC
Winter, as it always did, made way for spring, and soon the warmth of the sun melted the snow, the fields turned green, and the gentle rains that promised rich crops began.
It was on just such a morning, with a thin drizzle, that Sir Harold sought out Richard.
“Come with me,” he said mysteriously, “I have something to show you.”
Richard, intrigued by what this might be, leaped to his feet.
“What is it?” he asked.
“What day is it today?” asked Sir Harold.
“The day after yesterday,” Richard responded, pleased with his jest.
“I see you’re in good humour,” said the knight, “but tell me, what significance is there to this day?”
“I have no idea.”
“Think harder,” prodded Sir Harold, “it is a day that has huge ramifications for you.”
“I can think of nothing out of the ordi
