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Chapter 6
Childhood Part II
"Childhood is not only a time of play, but also learning and learning from the older disciplines."
- Éowyn during a private conversation with Sir Roland.
Two years later.
On the training ground in Highever, a young boy was getting ready for exercises. After a short stretch, they will stand on the starting line of the obstacle course. The kid was watched by six knights who judged him and his skills and efficiency. Arthur built a proper condition and gained strength. His appearance had changed as well, and you could see the muscles of his arms, legs and abdomen, which made an impression on many people. The boy was currently in the next training session, he was doing another series of push-ups, currently he was doing a hundred of them. He then stood up and stretched his legs and prepared to run through the obstacle course. First running through the boggy swamp, the boy well remembered the first time he faced this stage, the toruto made him laugh. He was quite clumsy back then, and landed every time he picked up the pace, now he no longer had this problem, because thanks to Cedricai Tira's exercises, his body was fit and strong. The next step was the ladders, Arthur got on the platform and then slid down the rope. When he was downstairs, he put his hands on his knees for a moment, then did three flexes and extensions in his legs, each with a deep breath. Then he quickly sprinted and jumped the dumbbell, making a fall in the air, landing in a crouched position. The boy straightened and ran to the wooden beam, climbed on it and began to walk at a brisk pace trying to keep his balance. Arthur finally reached the anvils, he had to stay on the wooden plank avoiding being knocked down by moving obstacles. He walked calmly without risking a collision, he passed the last obstacle with a turn and instinctively crouched, dodging the blow of the training mill, then calmly left the field of impact. Then he fell to the ground and began to crawl through the makeshift barriers with difficulty, but finally managed to reach the end of the obstacle. In the end he had to get to the rope suspended from the makeshift wall. He began to climb avoiding buckets of water and horse dung, despite everything he had to admit that his teachers were very inventive about making the life of the recruits difficult. Finally he reached the finish line, slightly out of breath, bent, resting his hands on his knees, made five breaths and the same number of self-exhalations. He looked at the knights at the railings and their commander waved his hand to come over them. He straightened up and walked towards his mentors with a calm, straight and proud stride, when Sir Cedric was with them, he handed him a water bag of water, smiling - Pretty, pretty young, come on a few things I would fix, but we can't work on that.
- I see. - said Arthur taking a solid sip of water then asked quietly - So why did we stop?
- We didn't stop at all, just finished the warm-up. - said Sir Tira calmly, looking at Sir Roland.
The man hasn't changed much for seven years, he was still a tall man with black hair down to his neck with a single braid braided at the back of his head among loose hair, he had blue eyes that were slightly slanted, and his face was covered with a goatee with a fused sideways.
The boy already guessed that he would start learning fencing today, but he politely waited for the confirmation of information from the commander of the knights.
- Today you will start learning fencing. - Roland said seriously.
- At last! - Arthur shouted excitedly. The knight commander looked at the enthusiastic boy with a raised left eyebrow.
- So where do we start, Sir Roland? - asked the boy, looking forward to training under the watchful eye of one of Ferelden's greatest swordsmen.
- Calm down, Master, I'm not going to lead your training for now, but Sir Richard. - announced Roland bluntly and calmly.
- I see - Arthur said in disappointment.
- Okay boy, we'll start by choosing the right shield for you. - Ryszard said smiling as he approached the boy.
- Why does it not matter what kind of shield I will fight, the shield is the shield. - the young lord said, clearly not understanding what the knight meant.
- Not really boy. - continued calmly - The choice of the shield is just as important to a warrior as the choice of the weapon he will use.
Arthur thought for a moment on the words of the experienced knight, stroking his chin and looking at the shields by the stand and having different sizes and shapes, slowly understanding what Sir Richard meant, then asked curiously - So how do you choose the right shield?
The knight looked at the kid, then replied with a smile - It's easy while training.
- So where do we start? - the boy asked impatiently waiting for an answer.
- We will start with the simplest, i.e. the transom. - Ryszard announced seriously.
Arthur agreed with his new mentor, took a rectangular ash training shield up to his chest and a wooden sword made of the same material. Ryszard also took an ash transom, only larger than the boy's shield, and also chose a sword made of the same wood. They both stood next to each other, the kid looked carefully at the knight who took his place, and then took the position of "Wall". He made a few basic cuts and blocks, then stood back in position.
Ryszard lowered his guard, then began to translate - "Wall" is a typical sword and shield fighting technique used since antiquity. The boy nodded, leaning against the shield.
- Warrior position, left leg forward slightly bent, right back thirty degrees, unless fighter is left-handed, the position is inverted. - explained the redheaded knight calmly and with an understandable voice and added - The torso is slightly tilted forward but the back is still to be straight.
The boy listened carefully to each word.
- The shield bearer, armed with a transom, holds it in front of it, covering itself from the ankles to the chin. - continued the third mentor seriously.
- Okay, and how to hold the sword in this position? - Arthur asked curiously and accepting the guard.
- You keep the blade at eye level, not too close, not too far, just even. - continued - The guard is to be slightly behind the eyes.
The boy nodded.
- But remember that " Wall " is a defensive and universal technique for all one-handed weapons. - explained Ryszard in his teacher's tone.
- I guess I already understand - the boy said, arranging the sword in the way his teacher said.
- We will see. - the redheaded knight announced stiffly and added aloud - Guard!
Arthur took the position "Wall", Sir Richard did the same right next to his student. Then the teacher loudly shouted - First sequence. Cut from above, block and thrust!
The boy did the comedies correctly, but his shield was heavy on him, making it difficult for him to keep a steady guard.
Ryszard has released another sequence - Second sequence. Top cut, block, bottom right cut and curtain!
Arthur complied with a slight delay, adjusting the grip on the shield. The red-haired knight gave another command sharply - The third sequence. Shield punch, thrust from above, cut from the right side, block, kneel and thrust to the larynx.
The little lord made the given sequence of movements, however on the last one he grabbed the sword instinctively with both hands and pushed upwards, but this caused him to fall to the ground because trip over the shield.
Richard looked at the boy and said seriously - Get up my lord and take your position.
Arthur got up quickly and accepted his guard. Then his mentor gave the order - Sequence Four: Thrust, Shield Blow, Left Side Slash, Right Bottom Slash.
During the second command the boy tried to hit with the edge of the shield and almost lost his balance. Richard noticed this and told him to repeat the sequence. After the correct execution of the command, the red-haired knight orders the next combination - Sequence Five, cut from the right side, lower cut from the left side, hit with a shield, repeat, side, lunge and finish.
Arthur did the order with the lock well, but all the time he had a problem with the shield strike, which made him go forward excessively. Roland caught it and told Richard to walk up to him for a moment and stand by him, and to issue sequential commands. The boy's current teacher thought "If Roland asks for it, he must have noticed something, it's worth taking a look at this kid for a moment" The red-haired knight began giving sequence-by-turn commands, and at the first he did not notice anything at the second, he picked up a certain delay in his movements. He knew this because he trained a lot of new recruits, and was also one of Ferelden's best fighters. He also knew what technique would be good for Arthur. Raising his hand, Richard shouted when the kid was to repeat all five sequences - Stop!
- What's wrong, sir? - the boy asked, curious as to why he stopped.
- Place the transom on the weapon rack and take the two small round elm shields. - Ryszard ordered calmly, stroking his beard.
Arthur did so, put down the transom and picked up two small elm shields. The dial was just above the wrist. The boy approached his master and handed him one. They both put on shields and Ryszard told him to take the "Wall" position and perform all five sequences of this technique. This time the kid did much better and smoother, however, there were things they have to work on.
Sir Richard walked over to the boy and announced in a serious tone gardenless - You've done all five sequences almost well, however you have a problem with sequences three and four, but we'll work on that.
- I understand master. - the boy said with a sigh and asked quietly - So what should I improve?
- At the beginning, we will start with a different technique that will work perfectly in a combination of a small shield and a long sword. - answered the red-haired knight stroking his chin with his right hand.
- And what are the other sword and shield techniques? - Arthur asked with curiosity in his eyes.
- Well, I should start with this. - confirmed Sir Richard his mistake.
The boy looked at his teacher with considerable interest.
- There are five techniques, each one stands out. - the third mentor announced calmly.
Arthur waited patiently for the lecture.
- The first as already towers is the "Wall" used since ancient times. - explained Ryszard standing decisively.
The little lord listened carefully to every word of the teacher. - The second technique is "Battering ram" the so-called, focusing mainly on charge and jump, the favorite technique of plunderers and Hasindians, as well as qunaria. - the redheaded knight said in a bakaler's voice.
The boy nodded.
- The third technique is "Viper", this style comes from Tevinterz and is based on body balance and dodging and fighting in a group. - the third mentor explained bluntly.
The kid was clearly interested in the lecture.
- The fourth technique is "Leaf" or in other words "Fierce Wind" is an elven fighting style consisting mainly of quick cuts, universal for all hand-to-hand combat weapons except blunt weapons. - Sir Richard explained calmly.
Arthur knew that now it was going to be decided what technique he would explore.
- The fifth and last technique is the Avar style called "Mabar", which consists mostly of thrusts, cuts, deflecting blows and lunges. - explained definitely the redheaded knights added - So because of your offensive nature in combat, this is what we are going to teach.
- So let's get started. - the boy determined to learn this technique announced.
- Slow down boy it's late tomorrow we'll start training. - the third mentor calmed the kid down.
- But… - Ryszard interrupted the boy raising his open hand as a sign of the end of the discussion.
- No "but" young master you need your full strength to learn this technique as it is very demanding for beginners. - the red-haired knight explained with a calm voice.
Arthur did not fail to ask how Sir Richard knew the technique. The third mentor related that during the rebellion of King Maric the Liberator, he had met an Avar warrior and how hard he had learned the technique to master it thoroughly. The boy nodded his head as a sign that he understood, then he bowed to the teachers goodbye, thanking them for training.
He then walked towards the door leading to the stool, Roland then walked over to Richard and said - Well you did not following the traditional path.
- I just watch and listen to good advice. - answered the red-haired knight.
Everyone laughed and then moved towards the knight's barracks for the supper.
Arthur walked through the castle corridors calmly but clearly tired after training. He climbed the stone steps to the upper floors, passed the guest rooms, opened the door that led to the Cousland chambers. In the corridors where his family's rooms were, he turned to the first door on the left. The door was slightly ajar, but Arthur was so tired he didn't even notice. He pushed the door open and suddenly "splash" a bucket of strange yellow water fell on him. He took the bucket off himself and sniffed his hand, "Smells like noble, I wonder who's so funny." The boy thought, clearly annoyed. Then his sister Marion passed him right behind him. The girl grew up to be a good teenager she started to look more like her mother when it comes to her face, but she took on a little bit of shape, as it was obvious that her breasts had grown and she had grown in other places.
The twelve-year-old went to her nervous brother to find out what had happened. She entered the room and saw Arthur take off his coat and family shirts, then pull her off and begin to slowly take off her shoes.
She walked over to the boy, then asked in a matter-of-fact tone - What happened Brother and what is that smell?
- Someone took some stupid jokes. - Arthur said nervous.
Marion was scratching the left side of her head lightly, clearly wondering who did it, but she already knew the answer.
- But since you seem confused, I'm sure it was Fergus. - the white-haired boy replied seriously.
- So what are you gonna do? - the curious girl asked.
- I will ignore it for now. - Arthur replied calmly and added seriously - If this happens again, I'll teach him a lesson.
- Okay, but you better take a bath, you smell like a troll. - Marion joked clearly, giggling and sticking a gesture to cover her nose.
+ Yeah? - the boy asked with a drag and added with a scheming smile - Not only did the bath come in handy.
- Don't you dare. - Marion was slowly backing up, knowing what her brother was up to.
Arthur, however, ignored his sister's words and approached her quickly. He grabbed her, pulled her to him, lifted her, then carried her to his log, which stood not far from the fireplace. Marion kicked, but suddenly there was a loud "hlup" as she was thrown into the water.
The girl emerged from the water and looked menacingly at her little brother saying - Hey. What did that mean?
Arthur quickly took off his shoes and pants and he jumped into the log in a flash and said with a smile - Take it easy, little sister, we used to bathe together all the time.
- Yes, when you were four and I was nine. - the girl replied clearly irritated by her brother's behavior.
- Oh space, sister, it is normal for us. - the boy announced pushing on his sister.
- Let you be, since I'm already wet, I will take this opportunity, and by the way, I will try to talk you out of your head against revenge on Fergus. - she said with a sigh as she left the log, but she liked the thought of having a bath together with her younger brother, but she herself did not know why.
- I have no idea what you are talking about. - the seven-year-old replied, assuming an innocent expression.
Marion sighed, massaging her right temple, then took off her dresses and entered the water calmly, feeling no shame. The siblings spoke boldly recalling their antics and joking about teachers like Aldous. When they finished talking, they started fooling around splashing each other with water, laughing at the same time. Eventually they decided to get out of the log, Arthur left first, wiping himself thoroughly, then reached for a dry towel that was lying on a nearby chair and handed it to his sister. Marion picked up a towel as she stepped out of the tub, but inadvertently pulled herself up and slipped. At the last moment, Arthur grabbed his sister by the waist, protecting her from falling, and pulled her to him in a flash. The girl's heart sped up rapidly and her face flushed a little.
When she regained her balance, her younger brother asked with concern - Are you OK?
- No, thank you. - the girl replied in a muffled voice.
- That's good. - Arthur said with relief, smiling kindly.
Marion blushed even more and hastily took her dresses, covering herself with a towel, hurried out of her younger brother's chamber. The boy scratched his head "What happened to her? Did I do something wrong?", He thought, confused by the situation. Thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he was standing naked and the door to the chamber was open. He hurriedly went to close it, then walked over to wardrobes, put on spare clothes, folded the dirty clothes into cubes and put them in the dirty laundry basket. He was dressed in a black shirt, gray pants, solid leather black boots and a gray summer coat. Then he left the room and walked towards the dining room for supper.
Meanwhile, Marion entered her chamber, closing the door, threw the towel and gowns into the corner, and lay down on her bed. As he lay there he wondered "Maker, what is happening to me, why do I think about him all the time.". She turned to her right side and took the small wooden pendant Arthur had given her for her twelfth birthday out from under the pillow. Marion held the pendant in her right hand and rode over it with the finger of her left hand. "Why do I get so excited when I look in his eyes, he's just my little brother." she thought distractedly. She struggled with her thoughts for a long time until one of the castle servants knocked on her door to announce that supper had been served. The girl quickly put on a new blue dress, combed her hair, leaving it loose, and put on white slippers with a sapphire on the tongue. Then she opened the door, then headed towards the dining room, masking her emotions with a dignified step.
Two days later, everything seemed to be back to normal, but Marion tried to be with her younger brother less time than usual. Arthur noticed this, but he had other resurrections, Fergus continued to play cheap tricks on him. The boy ran out of patience, and decided to teach his older brother a decent lesson. He planned an action plan. Today he exceptionally asked for a faster end to his daily activities, making up his teachers that he had a few errands to attend to. He slipped into the lock storeroom and took some common itch. The plant looked like long seaweed-like herbs with dark green leaves turning red at the tips. He went to the chamber of the castle potter to use the herbal mortar. He entered carefully, looking for Ionhar's nowhere. He came quietly to the table, took the mortar in his hands, poured the contents of the herb and began to beat it, grinding it into a powder. While he was chopping it up, he thought to himself "You've played my brother, I'll pay you with a vengeance for those three days of humiliation.". When he was finished, he poured the contents of the bowl into the small cloth bag on the left side of the table, then left the room, unaware that he was being watched all the time by Ionhar, who stroked his beard thoughtfully. Arthur went, then to the stables to prepare a trap there, he found a string and two buckets, he also took a wooden footbridge. He hid these tools in a haystack, smiling ominously under his breath, then he went to check the dome for castle waste. When he reached the pit, he nodded, checking the square pit, where the garbage from the castle kitchen and faeces from the castle outhouses were lying, while the ground was looking around the grounds. A disgusting stench emanated from below, and the ground was susceptible to a simple trap. Everything was ready, and in the morning the boy's revenge on his older brother will begin. In the early morning Arthur got up quickly, hastily donning a white shirt, black pants, high brown boots, and a black coat. He left his room quietly, taking from the drawers of the right bedside table a red bag of powdered itch and a still small blue bag, and directed it to Fergus's room. His brother was sleeping dead. The fifteen-year-old boy was practically a reflection of his father and grandfather. He stepped inside like a mouse and went to the chair where his older brother always had his clothes ready, his brother's pants and the blue doublet he always wore. A bit of itchy powder spilled onto his left arm, and after a while it started to itch like chords, at least he was sure it would work. Suddenly he heard sounds and lightning hid behind the wardrobe scratching his hand every now and then. He looked cautiously behind the wardrobes, saw that his brother had not woken up "You are very lucky for me", he thought, and consoled he left his brother's chamber. Then he went to the castle stables to prepare a trap there. When the boy had everything ready he returned to his chamber and waited for the development of events.
Arthur was sitting in a chair in his room, quietly reading a book, suddenly he heard Fergus' outrage so he decided to implement the second phase of his plan. He left the room, then headed towards his older brother's room. When he opened the door to the chamber, he noticed Fergus scratching furiously and pacing the room, cursing and whining. Arthur started to laugh so loudly that he got his older brother's attention, which is as planned.
- Why are you laughing so much? - Fergus asked, still scratching but then he realized something he added - You little hooligan you did it.
Arthur only smirked maliciously, then began to run away at the sight of his older brother approaching. The boys ran downstairs, and the younger brother had an advantage in fitness, because he always had to run fast during training sessions. Fergus was chasing the culprit clearly, already tired, but he wasn't going to let go.
During the chase, Arthur ran into Sir Roland who asked - Why are you running so fast?
- Not just… - suddenly stopped, when he heard his angry older brother's voice and started to run.
- Arthur! - continued - Come back here you little bastard.
Fergus suddenly jumped around the corner, visibly nervous, and when he saw Arthuran, he immediately followed him quickly. The chase moved to the courtyard in the boys ran briefly around the well, after which the younger brother ran over the stables when his older brother slipped through the mud. Fergus noticed his younger brother fleeing to the stables, got up quickly and, without thinking, followed him. When the boy opened the door a bucket of horse dung fell over his head.
Arthur laughed even harder than he had said before - And what does horse specialty taste like, little brother?
Fergus took the bucket off his head and walked quickly towards his younger brother, wanting to put his skin on properly. The boy, seeing this, ran out of the door on the right, then grabbed the rope and when his older brother was there, they would pull another bucket on him, only this time with cold water. Fergus was already so furious that he almost immediately pulled the bucket off his head and walked in no time towards his brother. Arthur was running away joking - What are you mad about with the water after all there was a smell?
- You little… come back here and your spaces are so skinny that you will remember the Anderfel year! - Fergus shouted in nervousness as they both ran around the courtyard of the castle.
When Arthur decided it was time to implement the final phase of his plan. However, he noticed his parents, clearly concerned and irritated, walking towards them. The boy knew that there was no turning back, so he ran towards the waste pit. When he was there, he was waiting for the oncoming Fergus, he quickly scattered the earth metal balls for the game. Making his brother slide forward, losing his balance as he glides towards the pit with debris and feces. Arthur at the last minute left jumper all his older brother off the road.
When Fergus fell down landing in the hole his little brother smiling said - So we're even bro.
The fifteen-year-old understood then that this was Arthuran's masterfully played revenge with him, and after a while he started to laugh too, as he knew he had started it himself. The younger brother helped the older one come out from the bottom while still laughing at the situation.
Then the parents of both brothers arrived and they were not laughing at all. Teyrnh grabbed the two guys by the ears and dragged them into the chamber with her. When Teyrn iTeyrna and the two hooligans found themselves in the Couslands' chambers, a solid talk began.
- What do you think young people? - Bryce asked rhetorically, clearly nervous as he walked left and right.
- Father, we just…- suddenly Arthur broke off when he saw her Teyrn raises his hand to be happy.
- Don't interrupt me when I'm not finished. - said Lord Highlander in a firm and menacing tone.
Both brothers looked at each other knowing they had robbed themselves well this time.
- I don't care who started this incident. - Teyrn said dispassionately as he sat down on the chair and added squinting at his son and stepson - Both of you have compromised our family's reputation to the inhabitants of the castle.
Fergus and Arthur both swallowed hard.
- Nothing, if your mother's methods didn't work, we'll do it my way. - Bryce replied assuming a serious expression.
- What do you want to do, my love? - Eleanor asked her husband even though she had a feeling what was going to happen.
- You are suspended from all your duties for two months. - Teyrn said calmly, watching Fergus, smiling quietly.
- It means that you will help the servants to keep the castle in order for two weeks. - Bryce announced firmly.
The smile on Fergus' face suddenly faded to be replaced by fear, Arthur only stood there knowing that wasn't all his father had planned for them.
- You will also sleep and eat with the servants. - Teyrn said in a serious voice, Eleanor wanted to say something but knew it was in vain as her husband was really upset with both boys.
- After these two weeks, you Fergus will be recruited by Sir Cedric Black's guard. - continued looking at Arthur - And you, Arthur, will be helping the groom for the next two weeks, and then you'll be helping the castle blacksmith.
- I understand, father. - Arthur said regretting Fergus than himself.
- Well, take well what is necessary for you and I am about to give orders that you will be transferred to new quarters and given you new uniforms. - Bryce announced calmly.
The boys came out of their parents' room with their heads bowed.
Eleanor came up to her husband and asked - Do you really have to punish them like that?
- They need proper discipline and thanks to hard work they will learn silly jokes and make us laugh. - Teyrn said calmly but firmly, stroking his corrected temple.
- Good if you think it's enough. - Teyrna replied, not going to argue with her husband.
Afterwards they both slowly left their quarters and went to inform the steward, the equestrian Sir Cedric Black, and the castle blacksmith of their decision.
Fergus and Arthur were hired as servants of servants as punishments, and their noble privileges were taken from them for a period of two months so that they could learn about the lives of ordinary people. On the fourteenth day, both brothers got up at dawn and began to dress in uniforms for servants. leather boots of the same color, orange tunics and a cream vest, they also had hoods in the Cousland colors. After they wore their uniforms, they headed for the kitchen to eat breakfast, the Cousland family was wealthy enough to provide food and drink for servants in exchange for loyalty. groats with lentils and three slices of bread, it was supposed to last them until dinner. They sat down quietly at the table on the left side of the kitchen and began to eat.
Fergus started complaining every day - Shit, why do we always have to eat this nasty food.
- Maybe because someone wanted a joke war. - Arthur off with a sigh.
- Right, but you exaggerated. - said the older brother smiling.
- I just decided to let you know that I am not wronged by jokes, because I never take prisoners. - the younger brother proudly announced.
- Here you are asking yourself. - Fergus said pointing to his brother with a spoon.
- In what sense? - Arthur asked curiously.
- That the teachers were comparing me and Marion to you all the time. - the 15-year-old answered in a slightly raised tone.
- And let me guess, our sister gave you this idea to make a joke on me? - the seven-year-old asked, already knowing the answer.
- Yes. - Fergus replied and then asked thoughtfully - Are you suggesting she planned it for a start?
- I suppose. - Arthur announced with a smile, as he could not believe that his gentle older sister fought them both beautifully.
Finishing the conversation, both boys finished eating, then washed their bowls and spoons and put them back on the place. Fergus and Arthur left, then from the kitchen, and headed for the main hall to get the to-date list of tasks. The steward, while waiting for them, gave them a list. Today they were to scrub the stairs in the courtyard, clean the library, bring wood to the storeroom and lungs while unloading the cart with supplies. They just started on the stairs, got the buckets, soaps and brushes, then went to the well, got some water and went to work.
They mapped the stairs in the courtyard for an hour then Fergus spoke up - Fortunately, tomorrow I will not be condemned to any scrubbing.
- Wouldn't I be so happy in your position, brother? - Arthur replied cautiously.
- And why is that? - asked the 15-year-old curiously.
- Because you'll be under Cedric Black's command. - the younger brother answered seriously.
- And what? - Fergus asked in surprise.
- Brother, after all, Sir Black trained me with Sir Tira Mennell. - Arthur announced irritably.
- After all, you look good despite your young age. - said the older brother calmly.
- Yes, but because the training under Sir Cedric was very rigorous. - the seven-year-old replied with a firm voice and in the same tone added - And I always preferred the exercises under the supervision of Sir Tira because they were calmer.
- So you're saying that tomorrow I'll have a real hell? - Fergus asked, slightly scared, Arthur merely nodded his head with a sympathetic smile.
- Maker. - the fifteen-year-old said, swallowing loudly.
All day long, both brothers completed the tasks on the list, and then went to supper. During the dinner, Fergus and Arthur talked about what techniques they learn and what types of weapons they use. The older brother said he used a triangular shield and a long sword, a one-handed ax and a mace, and a lance. He also stated that he uses the "Battering ram" technique in combat because, as his mentor put it, it suits him better. Arthur, on the other hand, told that he had a problem with mastering the masonry technique because of the shield, so Sir Richard ordered the transom to be replaced with a small round shield. He said that he also uses a longsword and this shield change has brought effects, especially since he changed the technique "Mabar" which is the fighting style of the Arvars. Later, the conversation turned to not topics such as their feelings, the brothers understood each other and finally ended their quarrels. After supper, they returned to their dormitory and both started packing Fergus's belongings, who would be transferred to the castle guard barracks from tomorrow, while Arthur was to be left alone in the servants' quarters. After the performance, the brothers went to bed wishing a good night.
The next day Fergus showed up at dawn at the recruits barracks while Arthur went to the stables to help out as a horse attendant for two weeks. I learned how to properly care for a horse, how to calm it down and what to feed it. After this period, he entered the service of the castle blacksmith. The blacksmith gave the boy a hard time making him do a black job. Arthur, however, learned a little about steel this month and the types of weapons, especially spears, which he found useful in battles, while Bergus was not laughing, his younger brother was telling the truth Sir Cedric is a true demon of endurance and discipline. When the punishment finally ended, the brothers stopped stupid jokes and even got closer to each other.
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