Recently,  tegerio found (I think in a second-hand bookstore in Newport News) a few leaves of vellum tucked into a used Harlequin romance novel. Research showed that it was an extract written in medieval Polish, a portion of a chronicle undated, though the manuscript's age is probably from the 1400s.

The gist was that in an area near present-day Krakow, there was a noblefur who had little or no desire to restrain his appetites, fiscal or otherwise. The peasantry of the area, and even some of the free folk, were in great fear of the noblefur, who did not hesitate to inflict, directly or indirectly, harsh punishment on any fur who crossed him. His appetites extended to one fair young maiden, who publicly refused his advances. A very brave thing to do, but it only inflamed the noblefur further.

Needless to say, he did not take "no" for an answer, and one night attacked the maiden viciously. Only her frantic screams for help barely saved her honour, but as it was, she was badly injured. There was much talk of the noblefur, which prompted significant threats of brutal retaliation.

Now, one of the brothers from a local monastery, Hubertus of Krakow, was a skilled herbalist. As he had been staying in the same village where the attack occurred, he was called in to treat the young femmefur. Now, Hubertus was also a roebuck with a strong sense of justice, and keen powers of observation. Winning the trust of the maiden, he made a number of observations, and found some interesting signs left by the attacker. With some additional questioning of local peasants and free folk, the deer soon felt confident of his story.

Before matins one morning, he confronted the noblefur, who angrily denied the accusations before dozens of witnesses, and dared the deer to produce his proofs. This Hubertus did, showing traces of the noblefur's own fur left on the maiden, pointing to some freshly missing fur on the noblefur's neck, and producing a button torn from a very expensive garment. He concluded with a resounding cry before the assembled furs of "You are guilty!"

The noblefur damned Hubertus of Krakow for being an interfering, scheming monk, and swore an oath that if his denial were not true, God could strike him down. Whereupon, to the amazement and terror of the crowd, he promptly dropped dead.

One of the noblefur's attendants came forward, later, with the gown the noblefur had been wearing on the night of the attack, and the button found by Hubertus of Krakow did indeed match the set still attached. The attendant admitted that he had witnessed the attack.

When the sovereign lord of the land heard of the matter, he caused a cross of stone to be erected on the spot where the evil fur had died, as a reminder to all to fear both God and His justice.

It's perhaps worth noting that the noblefur seen in this monkish drawing appears to be very similar to the noblefur that wanted to ravish Zandar Skonk. A relative, perhaps?