Letixia Raigner Winter 22, 513 Letixia marched behind her Patron out the front gates of Syliras proper, fully armored, carrying her kite shield on her left arm. In addition, she also carried his buckler in her right arm, and his incredibly heavy pack upon her back. She hiked up for a better grip on her shoulders, a small grunt leaving her mouth. "Tired already? We've only just left." "No Ser." "Good, because you've got a new training today. You've seem to have gotten the basics of holding your sword and shield. So we'll say your body is a beginner. However, your mind is even lower than that. We must train you to think, quickly, accurately, and efficiently. If you don't train them both equally, you'll end up weakening them. And a weak Knight is a dead Knight. We don't want that do we?" "No Ser." "Okay, we're marching to the treeline, we don't want to be disrupting the farmers who're hard at work so that you can eat. Let's try a little exercise while we march. And the rhythm of your steps has slowed, pick up the slack." "Yes Ser." Letty quickly righted her marching, her brow already perspiring under the noon sun, the pack of what she was beginning to suspect was filled with books weighing heavily. She remembered to tighten her back and stomach muscles to maintain proper posture while marching. She'd been told that not only was this a more efficient method of carrying anything in a pack, but would also help strengthen her muscles. So she powered onward, awaiting the exercise her Patron had in store for her. "What is the rough population of Syliras?" "Fifty-thousand Ser." "Correct, now what percentage of that fifty-thousand is of a human race?" Letixia didn't really know the exact number for this, but her master had often told her to think about what you did know. She knew that most of the squires she knew were human, but there were handfuls of others. So she guessed, "Ninety percent?" "Are you asking the questions now?" Her Patron always believed that if you were going to believe in anything, from the Gods you worshiped to if you have a correct answer, you must wholeheartedly believe in it. No halfway. "No Ser. Ninety percent." "Close. It is actually about eighty percent. And how many people would make up that eighty percent?" She tried to run the numbers in her head, but she still struggled at that a little. She'd had experience with this from helping her dad, who taught her about his business. She knew ten percent of fifty-thousand was five-thousand. So she had to add five to five eight times. "Forty thousand." "Correct. Now tell me why that number doesn't matter when in comparison to the fifty-thousand." "Because all of our population are people, human or not. And every single one of them rely on us to keep them safe." "Correct. And now we're here. See how time flies when you're thinking. But you're slouching, keep your posture proper." "Yes Ser." She grunted as she straightened up, the two of them now passing through trees. He led her for several more chimes, finally finding a decent enough clearing. "Set my pack over on that rock and bring me my shield." "Yes Ser." She carefully deposited the pack, glad to be rid of the weight, and handed him his buckler. As he grabbed it, he whispered, "We're being watched. Can you feel it on the back of your neck? Act normal and do as I say while I try to find where they are." Then, in normal conversation volume, "Start your stretching exercises." "Yes Ser." She began doing her warmups, wondering, slightly worried, about who might be watching them. |