Squire Thomas was slender and often the object of jeering, when he was a slow growing youth.
Though lacking in physical prowess, he wished not to gain it, but sought skills with parchment, forsooth.
He grew as a writer, and when reaching manhood, he happened to find himself suddenly bored.
He studied and practiced at fencing, until he was skilled in the use of a silvery sword.
Nirweena was drawn to Guendragan, whose charm (when she met him) was not one to possibly fail
To make her his lady; but shortly thereafter the damage he took, from indulging in ale,
Broke down his resistance to demon possession. So soon he found reasons within the dark stench
Of his poisoned soul, to besiege her with blows to the stomach and face, and keep calling her "wench."
With no thought at all to the frailty of woman, whom God had ordained man should serve and protect,
He battered her kidneys and shoulders until she was certain that if she remained, she'd expect
An injury fatal or permanent, which would not heal by her husband's belated regret.
What hope could she find with a villain (whose promise to stop it and change) he would always forget?
One day while he slept, she collected her trinkets and rode from his castle astride her own steed,
For hours until, when she came to a valley, she felt that at last she had finally been freed.
She used up the victuals she'd brought, and looked out at the scenery, while breathing the fresh rural air.
While wondering where to go next, she was suddenly jerked from behind by a tug on her hair.
"You think you can leave me! Poor wench! You'll be back in our home to return to your duty and post!"
He spewed, as her mind recalled blows to the head on a morning when she'd by mistake, burned his toast.
"I'll never be free," she despaired, as she started reluctantly walking, with help from his shove.
Guendragan continued to heave her along; but his progress was stopped by Squire Thomas's glove.
He'd stepped in unnoticed, and now took a grip of surprise on Guendragan's unhusbandly wrist.
While guessing at all of the horrors Nirweena had suffered, he gave it a circular twist.
Nirweena broke free, standing back as a witness to what, for her benefit, quickly ensued.
Both men drew their swords, and Squire Thomas used his in a cause, as his blade fought a valiant feud.
Soon punctures appeared in the skins of both men, but Guendragan had more, and his wounds better placed
By Thomas, who said, "I've been watching you just now, and seen that your actions have nulled and erased
The vows that you made at your wedding. She must have a number of bruises;- each one of them grounds
For leaving. If you should pursue her again, I'll remove both my gloves and we'll go a few rounds."
Escorting Nirweena's return to her parents, he listened to details of her long ordeal,
And helped her recover in time from external and internal wounds in the hope she might feel
As he did. When pain had subsided, he asked if she'd give 'institution' a chance to make good
Its purpose of concept, in spite of the great disillusion she'd had which he now understood.
"But why would you want such a wreck to be bonded with you, when I've come out of nothing but fright?"
Nirweena responded, not sure she should bring forth her history in residence with a young knight.
"A princess, repeatedly struck by a dragon, is no less a princess," Squire Thomas replied,
"My dragon was loneliness. Yours was that varlet. So let's try again as new husband and bride."
They soon had their wedding; and Thomas's castle was free of the violence she'd so often feared,
Before she'd met Thomas. Now they were together forever, with each to the other endeared.
The hills and the valleys were theirs to explore as a couple, when gentleness carried the day.
For God had been listening, when lonely young Thomas had gone to that valley to silently pray.