The Rufus Stone is one of the New Forests most old landmarks, and in addition an indication of the starting points of the Forest itself. The stone, which is clad in iron, denote the assumed spot of King William II (or King William Rufus as he was likewise know) passing.
Amid a chasing stumble on the second August 1100 William and his men were in quest for a stag when he and Sir Walter Tyrell, the Kings best toxophilite, ended up noticeably isolated from the gathering. At the point when the King and Sir Tyrell happened upon the stag Sir Tyrell shot a bolt after it, tragically however the bolt hit an oak tree and ricocheted off straight into the trunk of the King were the bolt murdered him in a split second. Sir Walter Tyrell then naturally fled to France dreading he would be accused of murder. Professedly, en route Tyrell stopped at a metal forger and had his steed shod with in reverse confronting horseshoes keeping in mind the end goal to befuddle those after him.
Ruler William’s body stayed unfamiliar until the next morning when a gathering of nearby found him on the woods floor with a bolt in his trunk. The nobles had surrendered him expecting that the passing of the King would prompt an applauds of lawfulness so dreading for their own domains they fled. It was then left to a nearby laborer to take the Kings body to Winchester Cathedral for internment, or so legend has it.
There is another variant of occasions however. The substitute recounting the story says that sir Walter Tyrell purposely kill the King who was despised by his own particular court, his kin and the congregation and was viewed as a savage despot. Norman desire and the general aversion of Rufus make a solid and convincing paranoid notion, however following several year and the main two witnesses’ in length dead, it is maybe a story where we will never know reality.
In spite of the fact that the oak tree that assumed such a significant part in the passing of a King at no time in the future stands, a develop oak accepted to be an immediate relative stands in its place.
Subsequent to going by the stone why not make a beeline for the close by Sir Walter Tyrell bar where you can muse over a drink whether it was a mischance or not and whether the bars namesake was a killer, a hero or only an exceptionally deplorable man.