The Sleeping Knights
Nov 06, 2019
3 minutes
Once a young farmer led his cattle all the way from Wales to London to sell. It was a difficult journey as this was long before the days of cars and trains.
The farmer did well and sold his cattle. He was heading over London Bridge feeling pleased with himself when an old man in long robes approached him.
“Where are you from?” asked the old man.
“Wales,” said the farmer.
The old man smiled and said, “I thought so. I recognise the staff you’re carrying. In fact, I even remember the hazel tree
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