We all sat down on the grass either next to our friend or opponent. I sat inbetween my friend and my opponent who gave me pointers during our training duel. Only one from each side remained. The opponent who was more brawn than brain no doubt and a much much smaller knight in training.
"Better quit now while you're at it," The opponent, whose name was Badrick, taunted the younger reciveing whistles and shouts of agreement. The short knight in training shook his head for an anwser and braced himself, his sword above his head in a thrust position. "Suit yourself."
As Badrick raised his sword and charged at the younger the boy stood perfectly still like the stone walls of the Keep before...he dodged the swing, went down on one knee and cut near the ankle of Badrick's left leg causing him to stumble.
That gave the mysterious younger time to disarm his opponent, he took a mighty swing making the sword fly from Badrick but quickly he regained his balance and went after his sword. The two continue to duel until it ended with the small knight in training's sword at the base of Badrick's neck.
All were shocked, the most buff opponent has been defeated by a much smaller knight in training! Who was this boy? All went in closer to see who it was. The smaller knight gave back the sword to it's owner before he placed his sword back into it's hilt and took off his helmet...
"Princess! My apologizes, I have been unchivalrous to you and to your honorable blood. I hope you can forgive my foolishness." Badrick bowed low when he realized it was Zoe he was fighting against during the training.
Whispers and murmurs settled around all of us. We were all taken aback but Sir Kayden was the only one not taken aback and in awe instead his face was red in anger and embarressment. He strolled down to the two, glaring at the princess.
"What were you thinking? Have you any idea of what could have happened? You could have been injured, killed. God I should have called off when I had the chance," Sir Kayden scold both the princess and himself. He rubbed his temples, a headache forming inside.
As soon as he called he turned to us. "Go wash up, you all smell like filthy pigs. As soon as each of you are well cleaned, noon meal will be hosted then archery will comense."
Christian was more than excited with the archery training and I knew and Roland knew that Christian had the most keen eye in the kingdom. I mean he was the first to shoot a bullseye from one-hundred yards away!
During lunch, gossips were being spread about Zoe and Badrick. All stated that Badrick went easy for Zoe, others were saying he got his arse kicked by Zoe. I knew the truth of it all.
"Terence isn't it?" I looked up to meet face to face with my opponent. He was still a bit wet from washing but dried enough. He had a smile on his face, his hair was golden brown and his eyes were like gold coins with a bit of coal. I nodded in response, food stuffed in my cheeks. "I'm Lander."
I swallowed my food and motioned for him to sit with us. "This is Roland and my friend Christian". Lander nodded and congraduated Christian on the hundred yard shoot and asked Roland how his father was. I felt alone once again, all these people were now so recongized and well known even though we have not been knighted yet.
I was not rich or of some royal bloodline like Roland, Garet, and Paul, I was not a archer like Christian, and certainly not the cousin of one of the knights like Lander was. No, I was nothing so far but I will be something soon...I hope.
Archery was taught by Laird Ewan and his brother, Alistair. Christian was in total awe with the two Scots brothers but there was more to the brothers than what meets the eye. Ewan instructed us on what we shall be doing and we mimicked the position Alistair demonstrated with his bow.
I positioned my arm just like Alistair's and waited for the two brothers to gaze at our arm structure. He nodded in approval and I let my arms fall. I looked over at Christian who shook his head towards Paul no scowled.
"Paul, shoot an arrow like that and the only thing you'll snap, is your arm," Christian said repositioning Paul's arms from behind. "There, how does that feel? Better right?"
Paul said nothing but scoffed and let his arms fall. His face was red. His impression read, how dare you. I watch Paul stalk off from the court-yard and mentally shook my head.
"Alright lads, pick up an arrow and have at it with ye." Ewan shouted as we rushed to grab an arrow. We all came to realize, it was not easy pulling the string back with the arrow than alone nor is hitting the target on first try but we all soon managed to pass.
After archery ended, we all went back inside the castle for philosophy, mathematicals, medicine, and other things that doesn't require much physical but more mental. It was boring, mathematicals and philosophy, medical was fair and thrilling. But, what set off above the rest was Chivalrious learning skills. Bowing to diffrent classes men and women, dancing, challenging duels and what to do if challenged.
Never, have I ever, bowed so much in one evening morn. I felt like a crippled old man in need of a staff in order for me to straighten my back up.
"I hope to never bow again for the day." Christian complained, as Roland, Lander, and I nodded in agreement as we followed him out to the King's stables. It was off limits but since we had a senior, Lander gave us leave but without escort, punishment must be held.
When we made to the stables, one of the horses was going berserk. Two men who worked the stables were doing their best to restrain the horse from hurting anyone or anything but to of no avail, they failed and the horse managed the flee from their tight grip.
Christian was the first to react. Lander, Roland and the two men shouted out their protest for my friend to stop. Roland glanced at me to see a smile form, from the corner of my eye, his impression must have thought I had gone mad.
"Whoa! Easy there boy, er, girl," Christian stood in front of the mare, waving his arms to catch the reins. He finally caught it and jerked it down towards him so the mare's head was bearing down on him. "Easy there girl. My you have a big tummy....oh..."
"So the Queen's mare is birthing? At this hour?" Mavis, one of the caretakers of the beasts asked, feeding the other horses while Silas, his partner, and Christian tended the Queen's mare.
"Aye, this beauty of a beast's going to give fine strong horses...well after strength develops on them." Christian explained stroking the mare's nose.
The rest of us watched in awe as my friend worked his magic touch with the horses. I explained to Roland and Lander that there hasn't been a horse in the world that is not effected by my friend's stern look, courage, determination, and kind gentle movements.
"Alright! Let's get to birthing the beast!" Christian shouted out in shere excitment. We all laughed as we crowded around to help in any way we can.
Prince Phyllis had been watching...watching their every movement and where ever they went. his cold eyes matching his coldness of his heart. His arms were crossed over his chest as he waited for a few companions to join him.
"You summoned us milord?" A young man with gold hair asked with a bow. Two others joined in standing on either side of him. one had black hair the other light almost nector hair color.
The prince eyed them before he turned his full attention to the three with a grin on his face as he walked towards him and placed a hand on the taller man's shoulder.
"Yes, I need you to keep an eye on the boy, Terence. There's something about him that sets him off above the rest. Reminds me of someone I once learned, heard about. See what you can find out about. Go. And be sure you are not seen." Prince Phyllis announced, waving his hand to let them take leave.
The three bowed and made their way out of the castle to spy and learn everything they could about the boy. Terence.