Or “Why it is okay to cry over spilt milk in the Middle Ages”
Illustrations by Rachel Taunton
The weather was fair, the air was clear, and the humble squire Jonathan Percy scraped Cheerios and goat’s milk out of his grey iron helmet. He sat up high upon the Withershire Castle’s Eastern curtain wall, and as he ate, his gaze drifted leisurely to and fro separate scenes taking place nearby him.
Upon the wall with him was his mentor, Sir Billy Broadsword, who at that moment was engaged in the task of cleaning his fingernails with a dagger. Sir…