2nd Day of Spring, 514 AV
Bitt rushed into the Anthonius Training Grounds a little after 7th bell. It was hard to keep track of time in the citadel, what with its windowless rooms and forever illuminated hallways. Bitt had to do his best to judge the passage of time. Having spent most of his childhood on a ship, Bitt was not a heavy sleeper, so he made a fair go of it. Bitt's journey from the squire dormitories to the training grounds went better than expected. The directions he got from one of the dormitory chaperones were helpful; even more so was the steady stream of knights and squires heading to the grounds for some morning practice.
It was nice to get some fresh air; fresh relative to the inside of the citadel at least. The rooftop-turned-training-ground was large, as was to be expected. It was still only early Spring so despite the hour the sun was yet to rise, not properly at least. The sky was the dull grey colour of the almost-morning. Waiting for Bitt near the entrance to the training grounds was Crowe, Bitt's patron. While Crowe did instruct Bitt to be at the grounds by 7th bell, he had no specific way to check the time. Bitt arrived before dawn and that was good enough.
"Good morning Squire Bitt," Crowe's tone was cheerful; too cheerful. Bitt was immediately suspicious of his instructor's good mood; he replied in kind.
"Good morning Ser Crowe," His earlier trek through the citadel in full plate was an interesting enough experience to keep him in high spirits. The armour was heavy and made walking a bit awkward for one as unpractised as Bitt. Despite that, the pride Bitt felt as he strode the halls dressed as a knight easily overcame any embarrassment at his performance he should have felt.
"Today marks your introduction into the physical training I will be bestowing upon you to prepare you for knighthood," Crowe's tone took on a serious note, "As a knight, you bear a great responsibility lad, you must be strong enough to carry its weight. In many ways, for a squire such as yourself, that weight is a lot like the weight of your armour; you must learn to carry it properly." Crowe paused for half a chime while he let Bitt absorb the lecture.
"How?" Bitt considered what Crowe had said and decided to ask the obvious question. A small glint flashed in the older knight's eyes; it was the response he was hoping for.
"How my boy? It is a long, arduous process," Crowe feigned pondering his answer to build suspense, "As for today Squire Bitt; today you will run."
Bitt rushed into the Anthonius Training Grounds a little after 7th bell. It was hard to keep track of time in the citadel, what with its windowless rooms and forever illuminated hallways. Bitt had to do his best to judge the passage of time. Having spent most of his childhood on a ship, Bitt was not a heavy sleeper, so he made a fair go of it. Bitt's journey from the squire dormitories to the training grounds went better than expected. The directions he got from one of the dormitory chaperones were helpful; even more so was the steady stream of knights and squires heading to the grounds for some morning practice.
It was nice to get some fresh air; fresh relative to the inside of the citadel at least. The rooftop-turned-training-ground was large, as was to be expected. It was still only early Spring so despite the hour the sun was yet to rise, not properly at least. The sky was the dull grey colour of the almost-morning. Waiting for Bitt near the entrance to the training grounds was Crowe, Bitt's patron. While Crowe did instruct Bitt to be at the grounds by 7th bell, he had no specific way to check the time. Bitt arrived before dawn and that was good enough.
"Good morning Squire Bitt," Crowe's tone was cheerful; too cheerful. Bitt was immediately suspicious of his instructor's good mood; he replied in kind.
"Good morning Ser Crowe," His earlier trek through the citadel in full plate was an interesting enough experience to keep him in high spirits. The armour was heavy and made walking a bit awkward for one as unpractised as Bitt. Despite that, the pride Bitt felt as he strode the halls dressed as a knight easily overcame any embarrassment at his performance he should have felt.
"Today marks your introduction into the physical training I will be bestowing upon you to prepare you for knighthood," Crowe's tone took on a serious note, "As a knight, you bear a great responsibility lad, you must be strong enough to carry its weight. In many ways, for a squire such as yourself, that weight is a lot like the weight of your armour; you must learn to carry it properly." Crowe paused for half a chime while he let Bitt absorb the lecture.
"How?" Bitt considered what Crowe had said and decided to ask the obvious question. A small glint flashed in the older knight's eyes; it was the response he was hoping for.
"How my boy? It is a long, arduous process," Crowe feigned pondering his answer to build suspense, "As for today Squire Bitt; today you will run."
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