Post by Tristan on Nov 8, 2020 12:25:35 GMT -6
Tristan pondered
Being a squire was not at all as he had expected...the Dwarf-wrought horse shoes fit perfectly on the massive hooves of Argentus... He had thought it would be more similar to the way it was done in Lord British's court so many years ago and in his youth, shining shields and polishing armor, pageants and jousts...
Argentus was a fine steed and had indeed carried the young squire away from danger nearly as often has he had taken the would-be knight towards it... No the squire time for the Order of the Knights Vigilant had been spent in the saddle, sword and shield in dirty hands fighting the foul and evil things that roam the realm...
Argentus gave a deep neigh as the nails drove home sealing the shoes into place, the battle worn shield was next to receive attention, Tristan noted his fine shield, the latest of maybe a dozen or more he had worn out... Squiring for Sir Aidan Bryant, called "Dragon Foe", was a test of understanding and wisdom, not the humility Tristan had expected. The squire's first task had been easily defined, "Get better with your sword and learn to heal in equal measure," the Knight had bade him. It would be a weeks before the Knight would spare more words to Tristan, though the thought that he was watching was ever present in the Squire's mind.
Argentus consoled his freshly-shod self with a bag of oats, casting sidelong glances at Tristan as the Squire sat working the dings and dents from the shield, swords and lance waiting in the wings... Always there was fighting to be done, bringing the light to a beleaguered people of the lands. Tristan had learned the most of Sacrifice on those days and nights he rode among the giants of the Order, Sir Aidan, Sir Gregor and the other Vigiliant. Never wavering and constantly pushing themselves to understand the enemy and see it vanquished.
Agentus settled in, having been cared for and fed the massive horse relaxed as Tristan brushed him out once again, more to continue the quiet contemplation rather than need of grooming. The Lady de Selby would send word soon, Tristan knew. His solitude would be broken and once again he would need share his thoughts with the world... Tristan's final thoughts echoed in his mind even as the expected messenger arrived pulling the Squire back to the duties at hand, "Am I ready?"
Being a squire was not at all as he had expected...the Dwarf-wrought horse shoes fit perfectly on the massive hooves of Argentus... He had thought it would be more similar to the way it was done in Lord British's court so many years ago and in his youth, shining shields and polishing armor, pageants and jousts...
Argentus was a fine steed and had indeed carried the young squire away from danger nearly as often has he had taken the would-be knight towards it... No the squire time for the Order of the Knights Vigilant had been spent in the saddle, sword and shield in dirty hands fighting the foul and evil things that roam the realm...
Argentus gave a deep neigh as the nails drove home sealing the shoes into place, the battle worn shield was next to receive attention, Tristan noted his fine shield, the latest of maybe a dozen or more he had worn out... Squiring for Sir Aidan Bryant, called "Dragon Foe", was a test of understanding and wisdom, not the humility Tristan had expected. The squire's first task had been easily defined, "Get better with your sword and learn to heal in equal measure," the Knight had bade him. It would be a weeks before the Knight would spare more words to Tristan, though the thought that he was watching was ever present in the Squire's mind.
Argentus consoled his freshly-shod self with a bag of oats, casting sidelong glances at Tristan as the Squire sat working the dings and dents from the shield, swords and lance waiting in the wings... Always there was fighting to be done, bringing the light to a beleaguered people of the lands. Tristan had learned the most of Sacrifice on those days and nights he rode among the giants of the Order, Sir Aidan, Sir Gregor and the other Vigiliant. Never wavering and constantly pushing themselves to understand the enemy and see it vanquished.
Agentus settled in, having been cared for and fed the massive horse relaxed as Tristan brushed him out once again, more to continue the quiet contemplation rather than need of grooming. The Lady de Selby would send word soon, Tristan knew. His solitude would be broken and once again he would need share his thoughts with the world... Tristan's final thoughts echoed in his mind even as the expected messenger arrived pulling the Squire back to the duties at hand, "Am I ready?"