Mutter! Mutter!
It was a dark night with no moon when this tale occurred. Darkness slinked in shadows through the streets of Lovou and made Gerard the miller remember a night of chaos that happened when he was but a boy. Tonight would not be like that night but in one regard, it would change the history of this town.
James of the Square, a minor noble family, was walking back to his house when he heard a sound like a child in pain down an alleyway. He went to investigate and found something altogether different. A split second after an old man came out and found the body.
"Murderer! Murderer!", he cried. Alas, being of an age where one loses teeth, he was misunderstood and thus the saying, "if you mutter you might kill someone", came about.
Poor James was the heir of his overlooked family but, with the timely arrival of his cousin Sayred, all those confusing and tiring matters of procuring an heir were laid to rest, much to the relief of the relatives.
And so, Lovou eventually became known as Loud Mouth and I, Sayred of the sword, became landowner and lord in one fell stroke on one dark night.
End~