I brought my son, The Squire, on the pilgrimage with me to the shrine of St. Thomas a Becket. I thought bringing him along would give me a chance to tell him about my father. I don’t remember much about him because I was just a little boy when he passed. But I always remember him riding his horse and letting me ride with him. My father was always gone in battle or on a journey for the king. Even though I don’t have much to tell my son about his grandfather I hope this adventure will bring us close.
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