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The saddle came undone, and he heaved it over his shoulder, carrying it the couple of steps over to the wall of Godot’s pen. Hayle hung it on a sturdy iron peg that had been hammered into the solid wooden beam years ago, and started on the straps for the armour. He slid it over the side of the animal and hauled it over to a pile of blankets where he would leave it until he was done grooming the horse. Procuring a carrot, he sticks it in the horse’s mouth and then grabs a bag of grain, dumping a meals worth into the trough. Godot made quick work of the carrot and moved over dig into the oats while his hooves were inspected for thrown shoes or cracks. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, next came the brushing, Hayle efficiently scratched the brush through the mane and then the tail, getting out any knots, and doing a quick once over of the rest of the fur.
“Oi!” came a voice he recognized. “Make sure you polish that armour boy, then I want you to bathe yourself and put on something nice for tonight’s dinner. We’re celebrating a large victory today and I want you looking like you belong under my care.”
Hayle snapped upright “Yessir, I’ll get it done.” he replied.
Later that evening, he was standing to the back of his knight, shoulders squared and back. He scanned through the hall, it wasn’t his job, but he always felt responsible for the life of his master. Finding no immediate threats, except for a lady who was overly indulging in the complimentary wine, he relaxed a little.
“Squire.” Hayle snapped out of his thoughts and looked Duncan in the eyes, “Go fetch my sword, I’d like to show these cockamammies what a real weapon looks like.”
As he really began to take in his surrounding in a different state of mind, he realized that it was full of nobility. He started walking with a strong stride befitting the squire of such a popular knight and left the dining hall of the keep before making his way toward Duncan’s room.
The door didn’t creak as he opened it, and revealed Rosa inside. It looked like she was replacing the candles.
“Hey! What’s going on in here?” he said with a smile on his face.
She jumped and turned around, a grin came to her face, “Don’t do that! You nearly gave me a death of fright Hayle.”
He crossed the distance and embraced her in a hug, they had been courting for two weeks now, and had had eyes for each other for a much longer time before. A small smear of ink got onto his clothes as she returned the hug. He noticed all of the papers and spent ink pots.
“He sure has been writing a lot recently, I wonder what’s been on his mind?” he mumbled mostly to himself.
“Oh you know him, he’s probably found a way to end the war with Enaris.”
“I hope to see you later, should really get back to the party though, Duncan wants his sword to show off to the nobility and I shouldn’t keep him waiting.”
Picking the sword up from the rack on the wall, they traded one more quick look, and he left.
“Oi!” came a voice he recognized. “Make sure you polish that armour boy, then I want you to bathe yourself and put on something nice for tonight’s dinner. We’re celebrating a large victory today and I want you looking like you belong under my care.”
Hayle snapped upright “Yessir, I’ll get it done.” he replied.
Later that evening, he was standing to the back of his knight, shoulders squared and back. He scanned through the hall, it wasn’t his job, but he always felt responsible for the life of his master. Finding no immediate threats, except for a lady who was overly indulging in the complimentary wine, he relaxed a little.
“Squire.” Hayle snapped out of his thoughts and looked Duncan in the eyes, “Go fetch my sword, I’d like to show these cockamammies what a real weapon looks like.”
As he really began to take in his surrounding in a different state of mind, he realized that it was full of nobility. He started walking with a strong stride befitting the squire of such a popular knight and left the dining hall of the keep before making his way toward Duncan’s room.
The door didn’t creak as he opened it, and revealed Rosa inside. It looked like she was replacing the candles.
“Hey! What’s going on in here?” he said with a smile on his face.
She jumped and turned around, a grin came to her face, “Don’t do that! You nearly gave me a death of fright Hayle.”
He crossed the distance and embraced her in a hug, they had been courting for two weeks now, and had had eyes for each other for a much longer time before. A small smear of ink got onto his clothes as she returned the hug. He noticed all of the papers and spent ink pots.
“He sure has been writing a lot recently, I wonder what’s been on his mind?” he mumbled mostly to himself.
“Oh you know him, he’s probably found a way to end the war with Enaris.”
“I hope to see you later, should really get back to the party though, Duncan wants his sword to show off to the nobility and I shouldn’t keep him waiting.”
Picking the sword up from the rack on the wall, they traded one more quick look, and he left.