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Here’s an old Worcestershire story about an alleged re-appearance (this is the short York-notes style version).
Sir John Attwood, a 14th century knight, was captured during the Crusades and imprisoned. Back at home, his wife waited. And waited. And waited. One morning, shortly after she’d given him up for dead, one of the family dogs started barking wildly and ran to what looked like a bundle of rags in a field. On closer inspection it was a dishevelled man in manacles. Turned out it was Sir John. He told them he had indeed been thrown into a Saracen dungeon far far away, where he had prayed for deliverance. An angel came to him and as he slipped in and out of consciousness, he had a strange sensation of moving through space and feeling soft feathers around him. The next thing he knew he woke up in his own meadow, still in his chains. With no clear idea how he’d actually got there.:eek!!!!:
Sir John Attwood, a 14th century knight, was captured during the Crusades and imprisoned. Back at home, his wife waited. And waited. And waited. One morning, shortly after she’d given him up for dead, one of the family dogs started barking wildly and ran to what looked like a bundle of rags in a field. On closer inspection it was a dishevelled man in manacles. Turned out it was Sir John. He told them he had indeed been thrown into a Saracen dungeon far far away, where he had prayed for deliverance. An angel came to him and as he slipped in and out of consciousness, he had a strange sensation of moving through space and feeling soft feathers around him. The next thing he knew he woke up in his own meadow, still in his chains. With no clear idea how he’d actually got there.:eek!!!!: