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Shopify.comretail hello, I'm Matt Lewis. Welcome to Gone Medieval From History Hit, the podcast that delves into the greatest millennium in human history. We've got the most intriguing mysteries, the gobsmacking details, and latest groundbreaking research. From the Vikings to the printing press, from kings to Popes to the Crusades, we cross centuries and continents to delve into rebel Plots and murders. To find the stories, big and small, that tell us how we got here, find out who we really were. With Gone medieval It is known that in the days of the ancient Britons, there was a mighty king who ruled over all the land, who was named Herler. One day, while hunting alone in the forests, Herler was suddenly confronted by a strange figure. Standing less than half Herla's own height, he had a large head, a face that seemed to glow, a red beard that ran down to his hairy belly. At first glance, Herler thought the fairy figure rode a goat. But as the strange man drew nearer, the king could see that in fact he had the hairy legs and cloven hoo of a goat himself. The strange man spoke with clarity and confidence. To I, the king of many kings and chiefs, and of a people numerous beyond all count, come willingly sent from them to thee. And though I am to you unknown, yet I glory in the fame which has raised you high above other kings, since you are the best and the nearest to me in place and blood, and are moreover worthy of having me grace with high honour your wedding as a guest, when the king of France gives you his daughter, an arrangement concluded without your knowledge. And lo, his messengers come this very day. Let there be an abiding compact between us that I shall attend your wedding, then you mine. A year later, to the day. With this, he turned his back on Herler and with an unnatural swiftness was gone from the sight of the king. When Herler returned to his hall, he was amazed to find ambassadors from the King of the French there to propose the marriage the visitor had spoken of. Herle accepted their terms, and the wedding feast was arranged. On the appointed day, her sat in high state as the celebrations began, when all of a sudden, before the first course could be served, the figure who had spoken to him in the forest entered his hall, surrounded by a great multitude of others who shared his stature. So many arrived that the room was quickly filled to overflowing, and the guests were amazed to see that outside the door, dozens of thousands of tents had appeared, all packed with more subjects of this fairy king. From these tents, servants poured forth carrying jugs crafted from precious stones, filled with the finest drinks and golden plates piled high with the most exquisite foods. They provided so much food and drink that it seemed without end, and none of the feast provided by Herla was even touched. Servants busied themselves, their clothes brightly shining like the sun, the moon and the stars had come into the hall. The fairy king once again addressed her. O best of kings. The Lord is my witness that according to our compact I am present at your wedding. But if anything that you crave, besides what you see here can be asked of me, I shall willingly supply it. But if not, you must not put off your requital of this high honour when I shall ask for it. Without pausing to hear an answer, the fairy king turned and marched out as Herla emerged. The pavilions and all the fairy folk were gone before the cock crowed the morning in a year. Later to the day, the man appeared to Herla again and demanded that he fulfill their bargain by attending the fairy king's wedding gathering. His household knights, Herla followed where he was led. They travelled into a dark cave on a high cliff. After a spell, with no light to guide them, the party suddenly emerged into a brightly lit space. No sun or moon penetrated here, but torches burned like daylight. For three days Herler and his men enjoyed the celebrations of the fairy kings marriage, eating and drinking all that they could desire. His debt discharged with the consent of his host, Herle took his leave. He and his men were showered with gifts, including horses, dogs, hawks and all of the other trappings of the hunt. Their host led them through the darkness to the mouth of the cave. As they said their farewells, the fairy king gave Herla one final gift. It was a beautiful small bloodhound. As he handed it to Herla in his saddle, the other king forbade Herla or any of his men to dismount from their horses until the hound leapt down of its own accord. Having said their goodbyes, Herla led his men towards their home but could not find their way. When they came across a shepherd, Herla asked him for news of his queen. When he gave his wife's name, the shepherd frowned and replied. My lord, I scarce understand your language since I am a Saxon and you a Briton, but I have never heard of the name of that queen, save that men tell of one so called a queen of the very ancient Britons and wife of King Herla, who is reported in legends to have disappeared into this cliff and to have been seen never more on earth. The Saxons, having driven out the natives, have possessed this kingdom for full 200 years. In shock, some of her's men jumped down from their horses, but vanished into dust as their feet touched the earth. Herler, understanding what had happened, ordered that no other man should dismount before the hound had jumped down. But the dog would not leave Herler's lap. From that day to this, Herler and his army are forced to wander endlessly and make mad marches across the countryside, often racing as if locked into an eternal hunt. People have claimed to see them riding like a host on the moon, move with wagons and equipment and men and women amongst them. When they're seen like this, sometimes in daylight, they are always eerily silent. Many have reported seeing the Hurler Thingus, Hurler's host, riding at wild speeds across the countryside, drenched in the darkness of a starless night. What they hunt for is not known to us. Do they seek their lost home or the souls of those out wandering at night? Some will swear that they have seen amongst the wild hunt those whom they know to be dead, as if alive once more and doomed to join the unending immortal ride. So take good care if you venture out at night when you hear a sudden noise, it just might be the hunt jumping a hedgerow, that startled animal that yelps and crashes somewhere. Unse I have been disturbed by the furious passing of King Herla and his men, looking for more souls to join the eternal wild hunt. Welcome to this spooky episode of Gone Medieval. I'm Matt Lewis. This episode is being unleashed on All Hallows Eve, better known today as Halloween. It's a time for scares, ghost stories and things that go bump in the night. For Gone Medieval, it's also a time to think about how those living in the medieval world interacted with spooky season. Did they enjoy being frightened? How connected were folklore, traditions to religion as the lines between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred on 31st October. As it happens, I know the perfect people to ask about this. Amy Boucher and Alex Chidliyotly are the hosts of the Shropshire Witches podcast, where folklore and history combine to tell surprising and scary stories. They've flown in on their broomsticks today to tell us more about the spirit spookiest of holidays. Welcome to God. Medieval Alex and Amy, it's fantastic to have you with us.