A long time ago a wandering minstrel called at the castle and was offered food and a bed for the night. The Lord of Bellister was suspicious of his visitor and thought he was up to no good, and the more the Lord watched the minstrel the more he convinced he became that he was right. The minstrel well aware of the Lord's hostile attitude thought it would be better if he left the castle, so instead of going to the room which had been prepared for him the minstrel slipped outside were he felt more safe. This was to be a terrible mistake by the minstrel, as the Lord thought it confirmed what he had thought all along, that the minstrel could not be trusted.
The Lord called for his servants to bring the hounds immediately and they went in pursuit of the minstrel. The minstrel hearing the hounds realised he was in great danger and fled for his life, but the dogs and servants were faster and the minstrel was caught by the banks of the river. When the Lord and servants caught up with the hounds it was to late, the hounds had ripped the minstrel to pieces. It was said the Lord spent the rest of his life with visions of the minstrel pointing an accusing finger at him. The locals still insist that at night they hear the baying of the hounds and the terrified shrieks of the Old Man of Bellister.
