The Greedy Huntsman
One fine spring day, a huntsman was closely tracking a young elk. When he finally saw the elk standing in the stream to take a drink, the huntsman quickly fired off an arrow and struck the young elk dead in the water. It was just then, when the huntsman stood up from his crouched position, that he heard a rustle behind his shoulder. It was a prize elk, much larger than the huntsman’s young elk. Without hesitation, the huntsman fell prone and crawled into the weeds to track the prize elk.
After three hours of creeping and carefully watching his breaths, the huntsman claimed his prize elk. Excited to show off his superb hunting skill to the others at the mead hall, the huntsman hurried home with the prize elk on his back.
The night caught up to the huntsman as he followed the stream which led to his village. Hardly needing to look up from the ground, he listened to the rushing waters next to him and felt the mist from water blasting off rocks, and this was his guide home. Soon the huntsman grew a thirst and he stopped to take a drink from the stream. He took three great gulps from the cool water and hoisted the prize elk onto his shoulders again.
The huntsman eventually made his way home that night and when he did, all his kinsman reveled in his prize kill and ate. With their bellies full, the men all went to bed that night dreaming of wild game such as the huntsman’s, but the huntsman himself had a different dream. He saw a vision of a slender elk floating downstream bashing against rocks and logs causing blood and bile to spread in the waters. All night he dreamt this dream, until the floating elk was nothing but battered flesh and bone. The huntsman then awakened to a sharp pain in his gut.
Every day after the dream was spent with him either on the privy or vomiting into a bucket. Seeking help, he spent three weeks at the Temple of Kynareth in Whiterun trying to heal his pain, but the huntsman eventually died from his disease.