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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

An unlikely but gifted Knight is after a thief, but the thief has a plan of his own.

Sir Bigalow Walwater was not a giant of a man, no, and he was not the most menacing of Knights in the King's Order. But Bigalow had an edge, a superpower if you will, and that ability placed Bigalow in the King's service for life.


Somewhere in a darkened wood, near Pluckley Civil Parish and in the Ashford District of Kent, Sir Walwater slowly rides his mighty stead.

Not dressed for battle, the good knight has but one dagger on his person. He also has a small shield and a battleaxe strapped to his horse's saddle, these are for added protection.

Sir Walwater is on a mission for the King, a quest of sorts, and it involves a statue made of Gold mixed with Copper.

The small but valuable statue is known as, "The Red Lady" and some believe that it was fashioned after the ghost of "Lady Dering."

The statue was stolen, along with other castle treasures, by a castle guard named Stephen Trent.

Trent was recently assigned to the castle, and they reasoned it was he who took the items because he was the only person missing from the castle when the theft was discovered.

So Bigalow was assigned to track Trent down, and to recover "The Red Lady" at any cost.


As we begin this tale, we find Sir Bigalow Walwater guiding his trusty steed around a large outcropping of rock, and he is saying, "Hello, is someone there? Hello, I am Sir Bigalow Walwater and I am on a mission for the King! Show yourself!"

Just as he said that, a sound occurred, it was as though the wind was whistling through the branches of a nearby tree.

And right after the wind sound, (Bam!), Bigalow was hit with a blinding light and could not see.


As Bigalow's eyes readjusted to his surroundings, he saw a misty image of an old Monk stepping out of the shadows. And when the Monk was clearly visible, he pointed at a path that was separate of the main trail.

"Go There," an echoing voice was heard saying.

"But I was told to meet the Sheriff of I-nah in the valley of Dar. And I am sure about this, that trail does not lead to Dar.

"Go There," the Monk's echoing voice said again.

"But I was told to meet the Sheriff of I-nah. ..."

This time the whole area shook like the quaking of the earth, trees swayed and the sky grew darker. And then the voice stated even louder, "Go There !!!"

Shaking in his boots, Bigalow did as he was told.


Just as Bigalow entered the trail, a Raven landed on a nearby tree branch and began calling to Bigalow, saying, "Nevermore."

"Don't you call to me," Bigalow told the bird, "I was told by the Monk to come this way; it wasn't my idea."


Well, the trail grew darker and darker, and the trees became void of any kind of foliage.

There was a wind blowing, but it was an Ill-wind and it was chilling to the bone.

Bigalow guided his horse along the ever narrowing trail and when he reached a clearing he saw a great wooden table.

Books were stacked very high, on the ground around the table, and more books were stacked upon the table's surface.

That is when Bigalow noticed that there was a ghostly figure seated on the opposite side of the table, and there was an opened book before him.

With a quill-pen in his hand, the ghostly figure was writing something in the book, then he said, "I didn't expect you back so soon, Bigalow Walwater. Who's death are you paying for, this time?"

Bigalow smiled a sheepish smile, then stated, "Judging from the arrow that is sticking out of my chest, I'd say this one is for me."

Death Valley's Talley-man looked up from his book and after gazing at the arrow for a moment, he replied, "Your assailant was an excellent Archer, that's for sure.

Now let me check the book. Ah yes, one life given to your queen, Red Fever I see.

And another life given for the child that fell in the river. ..."

Bigalow cut in by saying, "She was the only child of a widow woman, the poor widow had suffered such losses that year, she was at her wits end."

"Yes, yes," replied the Talley-man. And I see there was a third given just last June; that one was for the life of your king."

Bigalow frowned as he said, "Yes, he was struck down in battle.

Then Bigalow stated with determination in his voice, "He is a Kind and just King, and I did not fancy seeing his cruel brother taking the crown. Besides, I had no idea I would be Knighted over it."

"Very well," said the Talley-man, "but be warned; once you start using your nine lives, well, they seem to go quickly after that.

So I say to you, mark your number, the Talley is Three and you have Six to go.

Now, is this death a deduction or are you going to provide a substitute?"

Bigalow smiled and said, "A substitute, if all goes well. And Thank You, I will keep that tally in mind."


So with that said and the Talley noted, the Talley-man clicked his fingers and a great Whirring sound occurred.

Then Bigalow and his horse were whisk back along the trail. And when Bigalow got to the road, the arrow disappeared from his chest.

So, a little further they were whisk, until Bigalow found himself nearing that large outcropping of rock, that is when he stopped his steed.


On the other side of the large outcropping of rock stood Stephen Trent, thief and would-be assassin.

Trent was waiting with bow at the ready, he wanted to rid himself of the Knight that was tracking him with such dogged determination.

But as Trent waited with bow pulled, he saw only the Knight's horse rounding the rocks, Bigalow was not in his saddle.

And as Trent suspiciously turned to survey the area, Bigalow's Battleaxe found his chest.


After assuring himself that Trent was dead, Bigalow said to himself, "A substitute obtained and the Talley remains at three."

Then Bigalow took the bag of stolen treasures from Trent's horse.

And as the statue was pulled from the bag, it began to glow. Then a kindly sounding voice asked, "How many were needed?"

Bigalow replied, "None, my Lady, I provided a substitute so there are still six left."

Then the kindly voice stated, "You are a wise and just steward, Bigalow Walwater. Continue to do good."

Soon after that, the glow from the statue went away.


Bigalow secured the treasure and mounted his steed, that is when he heard the Old Monk's echoing voice calling to Trent, --- "Go There!"

Then Trent said, "But I have treasure to sell and. ..."

With his protest, the earth shook, trees swayed, and the sky grew dark. And then the voice stated even louder, "Go There !!!"

So Trent obeyed.



D. Thurmond /JEF


Submitted: May 18, 2021

© Copyright 2021 D. Thurmond aka JEF. All rights reserved.

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A quirky piece of surreality!

Tue, May 18th, 2021 9:05pm


Thanks, A thought that changed into a idea, then to a story.

Tue, May 18th, 2021 2:38pm

Sumit Kumar Arora

Very nice story.

Wed, May 19th, 2021 2:57am


Thanks, and thanks for commenting.

Wed, May 19th, 2021 8:27am

Ann Sepino

I love the concept behind this story! The ghostly and fantasy elements mix really well. I also love Bigalow's name. His description reminds me of Don Quixote for some reason. :)

Thu, May 20th, 2021 2:54am


Thanks for the input, it is always nice to hear what others get from a story. --- Originally Bigalow was Bigalow Wallawater, but I shortened the last name to Walwater; (Where the name came from was one of those "Pop into your head things.")
I'm glad you mentioned Bigalows appearance, I left him without description in hopes readers would decide for themselves what sort of person fit the story best.
With that said, Thanks you again, and happy reading.

Thu, May 20th, 2021 11:45am

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