I’ve prepared my tavern for a group of nearly 30 men and women of different professions that want to journey to Canterbury. These months are always filled with trips of pilgrimage and tales that are told upon their return. I often wish I were able to experience such a quest, but sadly I am married to my work at the Tabard Inn.
Wait! What a thought I’ve had! Perhaps this time I will join in on the trip as a guide! Surely it would make me a better host if I went beyond the duties of the Inn and accompanied my lodgers to further comfort them. Yes! I hope that they will let me. A group of this quantity and diversity is rare indeed. Ah! here they are. They have arrived! I will return to finish this writing after I greet every hand and propose my proposition. Luck be with me!
I am back! What a splendid group. There was a noble knight who fought many battles and his son, a squire, that has the voice of an angel, in fact, I can hear his lullabies in the room over. Such beauty! There is a miller who is very strong that could probably help me fix the weak foundation beams in the cellar. There is also a prioress that defines the word “grace.” Her well-mannered qualities put mine to shame! I am very excited to finally have met them!
They all gladly accepted my proposition. In the morning I will be journeying with them to Canterbury. I have created a game where each member will tell two tales during our trek and again two more when we return. The tale that pleases my ear most will earn a supper paid by the rest of us. They seem to have enjoyed this thought, because they all unanimously agreed!
In the morning we will set off to Canterbury. I will ready some straws to decide who speaks first on our journey. I hope it is the Knight!