Velsa Bennett was born on an October morning during Praaven's St Crispin's Day Festival.
Catherine, Velsa's mother, had been desperate to rid herself of an overdue pregnancy so had walked around the fair for three hours in an effort to induce labour. Unfortunately I don't have a picture to prove any of this because I made all of that last sentence up just now.
Nevertheless, here is a ̶n̶i̶c̶e̶ ̶s̶c̶r̶e̶e̶n̶s̶h̶o̶t̶ Medieval painting of Velsa and Catherine at the same festival 15 years later - that poor minstrel must have been exhausted!
For Mother, it felt like forever and a day had passed since her and her daughter had had some real time together.
It was also the day when Catherine learned of her daughter's dangerous ambitions...
"What do you mean you walked away? Are you crazy?" Screeched Catherine.
"I don't want to be involved with HIM Mother, he's the CRAZY one!" replied Velsa.
Catherine was dumbfounded by her daughter's apparent petulance, but Velsa didn't seem to care: "I want more to a man than Martin Boatman!"
Previously, as part of The St Crispin's Day celebrations, the girls had enjoyed a nice glass or two of warm mead (see above post). Absent from The Castle that day too was the Noble Knight, Sir Martin Boatman. He spotted Velsa and swiftly accosted the girl, leading her away for a private talk. . .
Martin had decided he wanted to make a woman out of this young peasant who he had often noticed around Court; she had become a token for his roving eye to collect, and the young girls always seemed to be the easiest ones to brush away later.
Velsa had also noticed Martin around The Castle; he was the young Prince Seth's main companion, and we all know how insane Prince Seth can be:
Therefore, based on the Medieval strict law of 'Guilt By Association", Velsa made the seemingly reckless decision to walk away almost as soon as she became aware of Martin's badly veiled intentions; she hot-footed it out of there like a leper with a free box of body-glue!
Now, in any similar situation - with any other 'street-rat' - Martin's head would have surely glowed with incandescent rage at the impertinence of a peasant refusing his desirable companionship. It is highly likely that he wouldn't have even allowed a young serf like Velsa to disrespect his generosity by rejecting his companionship in such a way. He would have either ambushed her on the spot, or had her declared a witch! (This is purely speculation on Martin's part as it can't really be proven because no previous girls in Velsa's situation had ever dared to refuse his advances.) In spite of all of that, the feelings Martin experienced as he watched Velsa's slender figure strut its way boldly out of the door was excitement, wonder and something deeper than simple desire. . .
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