Sighing, I follow Halt into the small room, the office of Baron Arald. I roll my eyes, late as usual. I don't think that anyone sees us enter except for Lady Pauline. That doesn't surprise me. Lady Pauline doesn't seem to miss much, even when it involves Rangers. There's a group of wards lined up in a row, 5 of them in all. Martin, the Baron's secretrery, nodded toward the boy at the front of the line.
"Now then, who's first? Who's first?" The question was unnecessary, but both Halt and I had entered into arguments with Martin. Trust me, you can't win.
The Baron sighed, clearly annoyed with Martin. "Why don't we take the first one in line?" He suggested reasonably, like talking to a child.
Martin nodded. "Of course, of course. First in line, step forward and face the Baron."
The boy in front stepped forward cautiously, much to Martin's annoyance. The Baron studied him for a moment, his eyes flickering slightly as he did so.
"Name?" Asked the Baron finally.
The boy stumbles over his words. "Horace Altman, sir, I mean, my lord."
I study him for a moment. Steady and strong, slightly bulky. He had the makings of a knight obviously. I doubted that the battle master, Sir Rodney, would easily refuse him. He didn't exactly look bright, but most knights aren't. He wasn't a bad looker either. I was willing to bet that girls would be falling over him at one point.
"Do you have a preference Horace?" He asks lightly, a slight twinkle in his eyes.
"Battle school, sir!" Horace said the words with a tone that said he really wanted battle school.
The Baron nodded once. "Battlemaster?"
The battle master studied Horace carefully, going every inch of him. He finally says, "He's strong enough, and I can always use new trainees." Then, after a pause says. "Do you ride?"
"Ride?" Horace asks, and I can here Halt snort from beside me. He hates people answering questions with questions. "Um, no. I mean well, I…"
"No matter. That can be taught." Rodney says it dismissively, with a wave of his hand. "I'll take him."
"Congratulations Horace." Says the Baron. "Report to battle school at 8:00 sharp."
"Yes sir!" Horace says it with enthusiasm. He turns to Sir Rodney, bowing slightly. "Thank you sir!"
Sir Rodney smiles slightly. "Don't thank me yet. You don't know what you're in for."
A/N Ok, yeah I know, Short. But I got family and school and a life.
Halt: No you don't.
A/N: Shut up.
Halt: No.
A/N: Alright, anyway, I'm just going by the length of the chapters, so don't kill me.
Halt: *Shoots arrow*
A/N: HAHA you missed.
Halt: No I didn't. I never miss.
A/N: This is my story. If I say you miss, you miss!
Halt: Fine…
Will, Horace and Gilian: HAHA
