Our tale begind as our hero heads to his hovel to so that he may partake of his mid-day fare. He did take the flesh of the bovine, having previously been flamed the night before with the exotic spices from the Orient, and did mix it with cream that had soured, cheese that had been shredded, and hard corn bread. He did then roast the concoction so that it would further satisfy his great hunger. But alas, upon setting down to sate the gowling beast that dwelled within, the town crier did shout for all young, able-bodied men to come to the aid of a young lass in the far off kingdom of Aldi. The meal would have to wait.
Our hero, being of the more luxious families, had access to a fast horse that allowed him to rush forthwith to the realm of Aldi. Joined by the other men who’s master’s had let them abandon their work for a time, the hero entered the kingdom, unsure of what horrors may lay beyond. There, upon the ground near the frozen shores, did lay the comely lass. It was clear what her ailment was…the Devil did possess her soul. Her convulsions and fits made most turn away in shock, but our hero had a job to do. Alas, no priest resided in this kingdom, so the strapping men did load her onto a cart to take to the local bloodletter, so that he may release the demons from within her.
Upon returning, our hero realized how long he had been tarrying from his work. His master will surely beat him! So, without his supper he returned to his work, lameting the Devil and the Hells from which he came for so making him suffer. When the sun went down, our hero returned once again the his cottage and behold, his bovine snack did await him, having set out for several hours by the warmth of his hearth. Did he dare cosume it? Surely by now it had been tainted, to eat it would surely be to parish! But alas, this is all that the hero had about, and to lay down to sleep without sustinence would be to beckon the reaper.
So the meal was warmed once again by the hearth, and our hero did partake of it. And so we wait. Will the fouled foodstuffs be the death of him, or allow him to stave off that which he fears it brings. Only time will tell, my son, only time will tell.