Escape from Wenden

That morning, the thick walls of Wenden Castle were shaken by the angry cries of the Master of the Livonian Order. Walter von Plettenberg was deeply outraged by his warriors. Yes, they returned from a campaign against the ragamuffins of the forest alive and well, and he could only rejoice at this, if not for their appearance at the moment when they appeared before him: naked, barefoot, without weapons and war horses. Needless to say, not a single captured robber was with them. Moreover, this Lucky dummy dares to appear before his eyes in such an obscene form for the second time!

”What lucky are you ?!” shouted the master, flushed with indignation, at the knight, whom he had recently assigned to his guard. “You are a fool king of heaven, not Lucky. Here's your real name is boob!”