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It was a cold and blustery day as Sit Kit Breaker rode out of his castle, his armour gleaming and his sword sharp. The stiff breeze made the pennant on his lance flutter and his shield shone in the sun. All around him, the lands of his estates lay content under the cold winter.
On and on he rode, in search of adventure. It was the good knight's habit to ride across the land, seeking wrongs to right and the oppressed to free. Sir Kit was known, throughout the land, as the champion of the common man.
His horse, which he had named Pegasus, was a magnificent chestnut stallion. A crimson surcoat was draped over his flanks and he held his head proudly in the air. Pegasus moved across the fields at a stately canter, his hooves gouging great clods of turf from the lush ground.
As he passed the poor villages and near to isolated cottages, the people would would rush to the doors and windows of their rude homes and cheer their protectors. For Sir Kit was greatly loved by the people and he loved them. And all the time Pegasus, Sir Kit's one and only vanity, would prance and toss his head.
Sir Kit, on this day, had been riding for, perhaps, two hours when he came across an old woman carrying a basket of twigs. She was very old and very frail while the basket looked very big and very heavy.
"Hold there Good Mother," cried Sir Kit, rising his visor, "it would be mine honour to assist thee in thine errand."
"I thank thee Sir Knight," replied the old woman, "for this basket is very heavy."
And so, Sir Kit dismounted from Pegasus. Quickly, he tied the basket of twigs to the horse's broad back and settled the old woman in the saddle.
Thus it took only a short time for the knight to escort the old woman to her home. Alas, as Sir Kit made to mount Pegasus and continue on his quest, he noticed that the poor horse had gone lame.
"Oh woe is me," he lamented, "oh my poor Pegasus."
Hence, he took the reins and led Pegasus on. Soon, the two of them arrived at an inn. Placing Pegasus in the care of the stablelad, Sir Kit sought out the landlord.
"Ho there, Mine Host," cried Sir Kit. "Hast thou, perchance, the means to assist me?"
"If I can, Sir Knight," replied the landlord. "What dost thou wish from me?"
"Alas my horse has gone lame. Hast thou a mount thou could lendest me until he is whole once more?"
"Come with me Sir Knight."
The landlord led Sir Kit to the stables.
"Alas Sir Knight," announced the landlord, "as thou canst see, I have no other horses in my stables. However, perchance, I do have a very large dog thou could usest instead."
And thus the landlord whistled thrice. From a large kennel at the rear of the stable, came a dog. The mongrel was full four feet in height with shabby fur.
"Really Good landlord," cried Sir Kit in anguish, "wouldst thou send out a knight on a dog like this?"