Shrine of St. Thomas a Becket

Alas! My eyes can hardly believe what is set before them. We have finally made it to the holy shrine of St. Thomas a Becket. My body is forever grateful to be here and to be resting. Words cannot explain how I am feeling at this moment in time. I almost feel terrible for charging such high prices for pardons. Wow, did I really just say that? This long journey and heat must really be getting to my head. I should probably sit down and rest for a little while. I wonder if I’m feeling this way because I am lacking nutrition, maybe the Cook has something that will help.

Well I guess since I did make this long journey I could actually play my role in society and go along with this holy act. Then we begin our long journey home and life will go back to normal. Ah, normal.

Feeling The Pain

This morning our pilgrimage stopped by a rundown inn, The Dark Hallow Inn, for our morning meal. At first we contemplated eating there because we all had a bad feeling about it, but our hunger was greater than our suspicion. The meal was prepared by an old woman, that wore a long black dress, which was worn and ripped in spots. Her hair was long and pure white. It hung all the way down her back. I could not help but think she could have been a witch. Shortly after we had eaten and left the inn, I began to feel quite sick. My stomach hurt with ghastly pain, and I was forced to throw up. The pain remained with me for the entire day. I have come to the conclusion that I must have gotten food poisoning as a result of the food we ate at the inn. I believe this woman to work for the Devil, because who else would poison a man of God. I can never be too careful these days.

A new horse

I felt like I couldn’t go on any longer but just as I was about to give up god intervened. We came across a homestead full of all types of animals. That is when I saw it. A black steed leaped in the air and stomped a groundhog to death. I quickly moved to find the owner; this horse had to be mine. I discovered the farmer plowing his land and I sauntered over to speak to him. After talking for a bit I found that the crops were not doing well. So I convinced him that it was most likely because he has not been pardoned for his sins. He agreed and I offered him a pardon for a price of the black steed. We came to terms and went our separate ways.