The curse of the old chained tree

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This is a legend of English origin, in the year 1020 in the town Wessex there was a castle where Count Godwin lived, a very arrogant and arrogant count, a despot in love, had a special disdain for the linyeras, there was no worse thing than a Vagabond for this count.

This count had a very busy social life, every night he had to attend different events in his city, drove in his private carriage, attended several parties during the night, had as a Priority to satisfy all people who took the trouble of Invite an event, a socially responsible person.

Very intelligent and educated, invited as a person of honor in the openings of the Wessex business, gave a talk in educational establishments, a presence in charity events, accompanied ecclesiastical efforts, an illustrious and very responsible citizen.

On a night of drizzle and winter cold the Earl of Wessex returned to his castle in his usual carriage, when suddenly his carriage stops, looking out the windows you can see an old person dressed in rags in the middle of the road.

This old man with white hair and gray beard dressed in worn, dirty and torn clothes had the nerve to interrupt the Count's step.

Who is this man who has the nerve to interrupt my journey? The earl asked in a haughty voice.

The poor old man walking on turtle peacocks walks to the count's window and extends his hand like begging a coin, with respect and shame, looking at the floor raising his hands to receive the precious alms.

The bodybuilder answered. My lord is only a beggar! Apparently he just wants a handout.

For the count there was no worse thing than the beggars, if there was something that disrupted him were the linyeras, I look at him with much contempt and made a gesture of denial, had no intention of helping the old man, the old man was insistent, put his Hands on the windows of the carriage, he spat something that he munched in his hands and deposited in the hands of the beggar.

The old man, very indignant, addressed the earl in his old, husky, sumptuous voice, you see that tree! It is an old oak of thousands of years, for every branch that falls, a relative of yours dies, said the old man, indignant with the action of the count.

The count, of course, was very angry; if he were younger, he would have slapped him, because of the curse he had received, but since he was an old man, he looked at him with pride and superiority and left without a word.

When he returned to his castle, the drizzle turned into a torrential rain, the winds began to blow harder, the lightning seemed like movies, when falling it seemed that it was daylight, the count tried to calm down, it was inevitable not to associate with the curse Of the old man, the count was considered very intelligent to be superstitious, but his heart seemed not to understand because every time he beat stronger, he continued his way trying to think of something else and forget the curse of the old linyera.

When he was about to get calm, a strong bolt of light fell behind him, he could not help thinking that he had fallen on the old oak, the count was self-conscious thinking that the lightning struck on something else and not on the oak.

Continuing his journey trying to calm down, upon arriving at his castle received a tragic news, a close relative has just died in a mysterious way, the count could not bear to mourn for the loss of his relative, I cry disconsolately.

The next day after dawn he sent his butler to confirm the situation of the old oak.

The butler returned with the worst news the Count of Wessex could receive, indeed the lightning struck the tree and stripped of a branch.

Days later a night returning from fulfilling his social obligations, right in front of him sees a branch of the Old Oak, could not believe what had just happened, he immediately came the image of the old man who made him a terrible curse, His castle another tragic news awaited him at his door, the death of another close relative, cry as a child the loss of his relative, inevitably was blamed and all for his special disdain for linyeras, all this would not have happened if he put His hands in his pockets and gave a coin to the poor old man.


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The next day he sent all his staff of the castle to chain all the branches of the old oak, to avoid falling to the floor and prevent the death of another relative.

This is the true story of the curse of the old chained tree.

Fuente: http://piruja56.blogspot.com.ar/2015/12/el-roble-encadenado.html



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