That’s it, go deeper into the woods there my dear nephew. Sit up straight in your saddle like I told you, show no fear. Ah, your lord father would be so proud of you!
You’ll be joining him soon, then I’ll take what’s rightfully mine you bastard whelp of a merchant’s daughter. Why did my brother marry her instead of nobility?
Bah, sentimental nonsense!
It’ll be over soon. My demented squire saw to the beast, the tracker has been bribed to keep his mouth shut. Soon it’ll all be mine!
Ah ha, here comes the beast!