allOn that note, we retired, happy and weary, every man contented and looking forward to returning to a town dear to his heart.
So, we rode for Bamburgh with our prizes because I had business to conduct there. Leaving my men to tend to their restless, difficult captives, I went to the port and found a trader, an old friend, who occasionally brought me animals from overseas according to my requirements.
“Evening, Master merchant, I see God is good to you and your business prospers. I too have business for you. Do you have a ship bound for Frisia soon? I have urgent need of a stallion, a three-year-old, no older, mind, or even a two-year-old as I can wait before putting it to stud. The animal must be a Spanish jennet, no other. Do you think your man can find one such?”
The trader grinned,
