When Walter Smith retired, his replacement was a young giant with thighs like an oak tree and broad capable hands. His name was Eudric and his guileless blue eyes told of a simple man with a gentle uncomplicated nature.
All the young women in the village sat up and took notice, but he saw none of them except the innkeeper’s homely middle-aged daughter who he courted with gentle persistence.
When he shyly asked for her hand in marriage she smiled and kissed him.
“Yes please. But why me?”
“Because you are kind. And clever enough for both of us.”