We reached Strassburg in good time. Wagonmaster Johannes paid us in good groschen and thanked us for saving his daughter.
It still tears at my soul what those Tatzelwurms almost did to that poor girl. It was only through the valiant efforts of Brother Tuck and his healing skills that she was saved. My poor Konrad was roughly treated but one of those fell beasts but he managed to fight the Tatzelwurm off. Two of the beasts of course were laid low by Ulrich and his mighty sword. It seems that dark times have come to the Black Forest that honest travelers are assaulted by fell beasts.
After we reached Strassburg in safety, we came across a curious custom. They would sound a horn at Compline every night, and it was a crime for any worshiper of just the old testament to be within the city after such a horn sounded. While I myself am curious why one would not accept the savior into their heearts and minds, it seems odd to make others leave the safety of the city when its so dangerous in the Black Forest itself.
This curious custom was all the more ironic considering later events. My devoted husband, Konrad the Gaunt, learned that local gold mines were having problems and having brought this intriguing story to the rest of the band it was thought that knockers were likely the culprit of driving these miners out. After much discussion it was decided that we would travel to the mines with the guidance of Rudolf the woodsman and find out what was afoot.
It was on the journey there that my husband and the rest of us had a most disturbing experience. For, in the hilly and forested expanse we heard a dreadful horn sound throughout the Black Forest. My mind was taken back to Strassburg, but of course we were far the safety of its walls, it seemed that good Christians were the intruders deep in this pagan forest. For it was the horn of the the Wild Hunt. The horned beast appeared from behind the trees and charged the location Ulrich had chosen for us to fight. With a mighty throw my husband impaled the monster in the leg, but it still came on and with a mighty spear thrust to my husband’s head laid the great Konrad the Gaunt low in a single blow.
The melee was now close work and Ulrich and Brother Tuck tried their best while I called upon St. Valentine to raise my love once more in health. Indeed the great saint heard my call and my husband rejoined the fight. Only after much effort was our Band of the Spoon able to put down this Wild Huntsman who disappeared like the mythic beast he was upon a last mighty spear thrust of my love.
I can only say that those Christian who hear the Wild Huntsman’s horn and suffer his attentions would never recreate this pagan act as the powers of Strassburg perpetuate.
- Except form the Journal of St. Ells circa 1450.