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Second Grandson –10/09/14

…and as Prince Treyton approached the town and the castle looming high upon the hill, dark and threatening clouds rode slowly across the sky sending lightening across the sky and thunder, deep and long, rumbling like the growl of a monstrous lion towards him.  The prince halted momentarily and gazed toward the castle that had become the prison of his father and older brother – prisoners of the evil Lord Castaicaton.  And maybe it was just the rumbling of the thunder within him.  But deep inside, Prince Treyton felt a trembling, a fear, but after a moment, he urged his horse on for now it was only he who could save his father and brother.  But how?  And he rode by himself, for unlike his father and brother, he did not wear the robes of a prince, but just the cloak of a humble man of God.  For in God he trusted.  For only God could defeat the evil Lord.

(Note: This Postcard Story (#2) is loosely related to Postcard Story (#1): The Belles Heures of Jean De France, Duc De Berry)

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