Coat of Arms. It’s a 6.

Diminutive in stature, spirit enormous, Maximus of Riding took stock of the surroundings within moments of stepping outside his manor, well understanding it fell upon him to defend the family within; no foe shall breach it’s boundaries nor penetrate it’s walls as long as he draws breath.

His bravery and exploits were known from one end of the small kingdom to the other, neighboring landowners aware and in awe of his esteemed reputation, his loyalty and allegiance to those he loved, his primary purpose.

It was a decisive day early in the year of ’21, in the skirmish with the Dane, when battle colors of the Fawn and the Grey flew furiously, Maximus emerging victorious, thus giving birth to the legends.

As told, the morning had broken with skies adorned in the colors of the season, clear and piercing, air briskly chilled and infused with aromas to arouse the senses; he was vigilant.

*sound of door opening, then closing*  “Hey, was beginning to wonder if you two got lost on the walk, Max might have great stamina but he’s still a little dog.”

*with a smile to her voice”*  “We had a little diversion on the way back – met the new neighbors and their dog; standing beside Max, it was like looking at David and Goliath!”