"New knights? From another kingdom?" Jane repeated, looking up at Theodore, her mind still thinking about what he had just said.
"Yes. These are fully trained knights, and they are here to take up a few of you as aprentices. I'm afraid that you may not be my squire in the future, if one of the knights choose one of you two. Or both, for that matter," Theodore said, watching both squires closely.
"Both? What do you mean, both? As if anyone would choose Jane," Gunther grinned as he spoke.
Jane bumped into him, getting him off balence.
"It's not Jane, I'm worried about," Theodore said slowly, looking at Gunther. "Tomorrow morning, you two and other squires from diffrent areas of the kingdom will report here, the training ground. In total, there should be about twenty other young men. There will only be six knights. Train hard, and do your best to impress."
Theodore turned and left the dusty soild to head back to his own quarters.
"Jane, I feel sorry for you," Gunther said with a small smirk.
"Why so?" asked Jane, putting her hands on her bony hips.
"It's a mans world, and yet, you still exsist." Gunther let out a small chuckle and took his leave.
Jane sighed and headed towards the gardens, knowing the odds of her getting chosen.
But then again, this is Jane we're talking about. . .
"How was the tiny meeting?" asked Jester, scooting over to let Jane sit next to him.
She took the spot. "Eh...It could've been better. Some knights are coming over to choose out squires..."
"And you're up against other guys?" offered Smithy.
Jane nodded.
"The trick is to push them into poison ivy, a nasty rash will surely spook them a bit," Rake said. "There should be plenty in the woods."
"Accidentaly set their clothes on fire?" Pepper suggested, placing four bowls on the table. Oatmeal.
"Trick them into falling off a cliff." Jester declared.
"Wow." Jane grinned at all the new ideas at her fingertips.
"Don't let them hurt you, but don't hurt them. If you scare them off, you're not gonna find an ally in the battlefield." Smithy smiled at her.
"I understand. . . "
She had options now. And now she actually had a chance of surviving if she got chosen.
When I get chosen, Jane corrected herself.