The Ghostly Hunt

Squire Parker of Lus Hill loved hunting. One day he saw ahead of him, lit by sunlight streaming into a clearing in the woods, a gleaming white stag with broad white antlers. At once he knew he must have that stag. But the stag got away. That night he dreamed of the stag and the next day was searching for it. Once more he saw the stag, once more he gave chase, once more it got away. Once more? Many times more! Day after day he chased it and each time it got away. Parker swore he would not rest till it was caught. That night he rode out, racing through the starlit darkness after the shining stag until he realised he was not alone; a dark-robed rider rode beside him. They rode on till they came to Castle Hill at Broad Blunsdon. There the rider led him to the stag, and Parker touched its antlers. He awoke back on his own drive, the antlers beside him. But when he touched them they turned to dust.