“Ye hit Trevor you Git!” one yells down at the now obviously not feeble old man.
“Nothing more than he deserved” the old man says in an even tone.
The young boys peer out from under the bushes, amazed at the scene before them. What seemed to be the regular beatings of the three squires has turned into something a lot more interesting, and if Brandon’s gut is feeling right, a lot more dangerous.
The three squires, Trevor, Hallon, and Guilliame came from the castle in the distant hill. Sir Evor, the hereditary knight of the county lived in a small castle on the hill above the main town. Married several times, he still had no issue and it looked like one of his three squires would be formally adopted and given the lands around the town. Evor, never a hale man, was rumored to be very ill and therefore did not rein in the activities of his idiot squires. Thankfully, Eston the chamberlain and Canus, the castellan kept the castle and grounds running smoothly in the absence of the knights influences.
The boys in the bushes were waiting to see who would win the race between the squires. For the most part, the formal pages consisted of 2 boys, Calin and Tanis, but most of the young boys in the castle had taken to being ordered around by the three squires and by default had become pages as well. Calin, the oldest page by several years had been ordered to this spot every third day to measure the winner of the race. Brandon had been ordered with him, at a dead run, and threatened with a beating if he had not made it to the appointed spot before the squires.
The two boys were under the impression that they would judge the winner of the race. It didn’t take Calin long to realize that the squires intention was not for them to judge, but to take the blame for their sport. The problem was, their prey had turned on them, and as they watched, they saw Hallon struck from his horse as he tried to sweep the old man in the head with his lance. Instead of completing the arc along the ground, they saw the staff come down angled to catch the tip of the lance and drive it into the ground. The impact stopped Hallon, but not the horse.
k, real life is intruding again 🙂 Please let me know if anyone is reading this.