Sir Beorn woketh in his bedchamber one bright summer morning, and the palace of King Arthur was already wide awake. Sir Beorn slid out of his bed and remarked “tis a beautiful morn, it tis”. He called for his page, who helped him dress and prepare himself for breakfast. He was not eating with the king, and was, rather, eating in his own apartments with a few close friends. He sat down to his meal and began to converse with the others at his table. Sir Beorn spake, “methinks I fancy a good ride over the countryside this fine morn. Doth any other man here fancy such a ride as I spake of?” Sir Beorn’s good friend answered “marry, I wouldst enjoy such a ride much”. That morning, they set out on their horses, each with their own page accompanying them. They rode away from the palace of Camelot, over hill and dale, for five hours until the sun was straight overhead. Sir Beorn quoth, “Let us give our horses a rest at that inn over yonder. I feel as though I could drink 5 casks of ale”. So Sir Beorn and his page and his friend and his page rode to the inn and purchased three casks of ale and some meat. At the inn they met a bard who sang a song of treasure, of danger, but of honor, should any knight be willing to risk their life on such a quest.
Quoth Sir Beorn, “How does one navigate to such riches as thou speakest of?”.
Quoth the bard, “head due north for one-thousand cubits from here, and you will come to a large lake. Then, turn your path towards the setting sun and walk 30 cubits. You will then come to a small castle. In it lives a hermit who guards untold riches from everybody and lives for nothing but his treasure. You must slay this man and take his treasure from him.”
Sir Beorn replied, “but it is just one man; how has nobody else succeed in looting this rich hermit’s wealth? And why doth he guard it so closely beyond all else?”
The bard answered, “this hermit possesses supernatural powers. He can control the weather and the lightning, and can speak to animals. Why he guardeth it so closely, that I knowest not. But be wary, Sir Beorn, or he may slay thee as he hath slain others who tried to obtain his wealth”
Sir Beorn turned to his friend and his page and quoth “Dear friend, I should like to undertake this journey without thou aid. Thou art tired, I can see it on your eyes. Thou shouldst rest here a while. You have good men to keep you company and plenty of ale.”
His friend then quoth, “yay, I do fancy a good nap about now. I bid ye good luck, dear Beorn”
Sir Beorn followed the bard’s instructions, and, before long, came upon the lake. He turned west and marched until he reached the dwelling place of the hermit. He first slunk into the shadow of a tree, and watched the hermit guard his fortification. He knew he would need to be wary to avoid this man’s power. Sir Beorn examined the fortress, and determined to climb up the back, into one of the turrets. From there he could pull out his bow and shoot the man off the wall. Sir Beorn climbed up the wall carefully, making it into the turret. From the turret, he waited for the hermit’s back to be to him, and shot. But Sir Beorn missed his arrow, just scraping the hermit’s leg. The hermit turned around and immediately the heavens thundered as dark clouds rolled across the sky. The hermit shouted “WHO ART THOU, THOU SWINE”. Sir Beorn immediately jumped into action, shooting three arrows in rapid succession. Lightning bolted out of the sky, burning two of the three arrows, and setting the third one aflame on its feather. The arrow lodged into the hermit’s left shoulder, but it continued to burn. Sir Beorn rushed forward, as the hermit was stung by the pain, and slashed with his sword, wounding him beyond help. Leaving the hermit, Sir Beorn made his way into the heart of the fortress and found the treasure. Such riches he had never seen, except in possession of Arthur. He called his page from outside the fortress to help him carry as much gold as he could. He left the rest for whomever might journey there next. Sir Beorn journeyed back to the inn and stayed the night. He and his friend rode back in the morning to Camelot, and lived happily ever after. The End.