Five months later…
Dagonet walked alongside Bors without a word. Over the past few months Dagonet and Bors had come to be sort of friends, but it was indeed a strange friendship. Bors did most of the talking and found it his role to tease Dagonet though he wouldn't allow anyone else to taunt the quiet giant.
Dagonet was not at all unpleased with his role in the friendship for he tried to be a cheerful person but it wasn't in his nature to be all that talkative. So instead, Dagonet had taken to understanding Bors, and learning about his friend. He learnt that Bors liked to be tough, rough and most of the time try and make things into a joke. When it cam to home and freedom though, he didn't joke.
"Stop daydreamin' Dag and hurry up!"
Bors' voice awoke Dagonet from his daydreams and he hurriedly walked after the exiting group of knights.
Yes, that was right, knights. They had undergone months of training. They had suffered many injuries, fought many little battles of their own and been through a lot of hard work to reach the title 'knight'.
All ten of them were packed and ready, following Argus on his great big war horse out of their training quarters.
The littlest of the knights, Kay, was dawdling behind everyone else. It was hard to believe that the small boy of eight was indeed a knight. Nobody could believe it that such a young child could become a knight but Argus had chosen him and usually the Roman commander was right.
"Come on Kay!" called Bors as the boy hurriedly raced to catch up to them.
"I'm coming," mumbled Kay in an annoyed voice.
The littlest knight was growing tired of being treated like the littlest even though he was. It bruised his pride and Kay was quite a proud young man. He liked to think he was just as good as everyone else, even if they didn't think so.
Tristan rode the quiet nag that had been given to him just as he would any other horse. He didn't care wether or not the steed he sat upon was hundred or one year old. But apparently it had mattered to the boys and when they refused to ride the old grey, they were left without a mount.
It was a relief to leave Hangis behind. They were now to have commander Argus to train them from now on.
Tristan almost smiled as he rode along, temporary sword bouncing at his hip. Each boy had been given a sword, only a cheap one not even good for killing someone but it was a sword none the less.
Tristan felt a certain sort of power with a sword by him. He felt the need to use it and swing it around in a manner some would call savage.
The thought of having a sword, a steed and the title of a knight made him feel on top of the world.
Sorry its short but i want to get to the part where they can all drink and stuff cause this is getting boring. I know its taking forever to update but I got alot on. Soz!!!!!!!!!