Shall we tell of the great works Farin wrought before he became St. Michael’s deacon?

Firstly, Farin was a swordsman with a prestiged name. He was knighted by the king of Arden, for he saved Princess Brigid from the jaws of Vyres the Worm. Her father gave him a small castle on the edge of a forest, and he called  the castle Rosgaliant.

In its gardens he began to think on holy things. We have heard these tales before.

He made a rosary out of glass beads and wire, and put it in his pocket to accompany him in all of his adventures. One day he left Rosgaliant and traveled far, far away, and entered a quiet town that lay on the edge of a very wide desert. Towers stood tall and plenteous. But the people of the town were starving like dogs. For they suffered from drought, a curse from the fiends of the underworld, and could grow no crops.

Sir Farin (so called in those days) was taken to the tall town’s King. The King gave him many gifts and much food, and then took him to a dimly-lit chamber filled with incense and heathen gods. The King dropped humbly to his bony knees (for the King was a good man and would not eat more than the people) and begged Sir Farin to remove the curse.

Suddenly the sky was clouded and the castle’s sounds ceased. The earth began to quake. The castle’s dull-marble floor split in twain, revealing a stairwell that led down to the center of the earth.

Sir Farin descended.

Many moons passed by overhead.

When Sir Farin returned to the land of the barely-living, his dark clothes were matted and the flesh of his hands was torn. He left the town. He said few words to the King – secret words that no book has ever recalled.

He left his rosary in the palace courtyard, hidden in the roots of a maple tree.

The tree blossomed.

What happened to the town thereafter, we do not know, nor will ever know – for we do not know which town it was.

There was an explanation for the tears in Sir Farin’s hands. Would you care to sit and watch me carry on, gentle reader?