Once they had eaten, William asked for a bath and retired early, determined to rise at dawn and ride out to Silverwood Manor to inspect the horses. The earl was known for having the best horses in the country. He was confident he would please his king and acquire several additional horses for Blackford.
Silverwood Manor was located on the outskirts of York,situated on a vast expanse of rolling, lush countryside. A noble and old estate renowned throughout the kingdom for its beauty and the unmatched quality of its horse breeding.
The manor itself was a majestic stone structure, its imposing façade adorned with intricately carved details that showcased the wealth and prestige of the Earl of Silverwood, though he was not as wealthy as William.
Tall, arched windows graced the exterior, allowing sunlight to filter into the luxurious chambers within, and William shuddered at the thought of defending this home should a skirmish come to the gates. Ivy clung to the aged stone walls, providing a picturesque contrast to the manor’s imposing presence.
Beyond the stables, the estate grounds extended into pasture where mares and foals roamed freely, enjoying the verdant landscape.
“The Butcher of Blackford. A messenger arrived yesterday from the king, saying you were on your way. About bloody time.”
Charles, the Earl of Silverwood, stood in the center of the stables, cheeks ruddy, belly straining against his heavily embroidered coat.
“I see you’ve run to fat.” William clapped him on the back.
“Aye.” Charles nodded, patting his belly. “My wife likes a bit of padding on a man.”
The earl was known for his prodigious appetite and love for his wife, a common merchant’s daughter, though one who came to the marriage with an enormous dowry. They had four children and ’twas said the lady wanted an even dozen.
“It is a pleasure to welcome you to Silverwood Manor. I trust your journey was uneventful?”
William returned the handshake with a gracious nod.
“Thank you, Charles. The journey was as smooth as onecould hope for in these times. The pox has come to Blackford Village, so I must not tarry, as much as I would enjoy riding out and hunting with you. Another time?”
The man nodded. “Aye. Next time you will bring your wife, whom I’ve heard so much about.”
They talked and caught up on court gossip as Charles led William through the stables.
Charles’s eyes gleamed with pride as he gestured to the magnificent creatures. “Tell me, what qualities are you seeking in the horses for His Majesty and for yourself?”
William, a seasoned horseman, considered his response carefully.
“For His Majesty, I require horses of both strength and grace, animals that will carry him with dignity on any occasion. As for myself, I seek a few that possess the speed and agility required for both hunting and travel.”
Charles nodded thoughtfully. “I have just the horses in mind.”
As they walked through the stables, Charles provided a detailed account of each horse’s lineage, temperament, and unique qualities.
William listened attentively, assessing each horse as they passed. After examining several, he came to a stop before a striking bay, its sleek coat gleaming in the soft light.
“This one,” he declared, voice filled with admiration. “This palfrey has the bearing and spirit I seek for the king. What say you, Charles?”
The Earl of Silverwood nodded, a smile of approval on his face. “An excellent choice. He will serve His Majesty well.”
They continued inspecting the horses as William selected six for the king and four for his own personal stables.
After the selections were made and arrangements confirmed, Charles extended his hand once more.
“I am honored to have had the opportunity to provide His Majesty and you with these exceptional horses.”
William, dressed in his black velvet surcoat, embroidered with a hellhound, his coat of arms, clapped his old friend on the back, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
“I thank you, Charles. The king will be most pleased.”
With business concluded faster than anticipated, William decided to let the men enjoy themselves this night and in the morn, four of the men, including young Albin, would take the horses he’d purchased to Blackford, while William and the rest of the men would travel to London to deliver the horses to the king.
The young squire had done well on this trip. Lucy was right that the lad needed a bit of an adventure. Albin’s eyes were huge when they’d arrived in London, and even bigger when he saw the comings and goings at court. Since he had shown himself well, William sent him back with the men, telling him to watch over the horses. Jason would be so excited to have his very own horse as would Peter. The men would have his youngest on a horse before he could walk.
