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A
New Start
Kevin had been away but in reach if the King of Ballicastle needed him.
With the lands at peace such had not been the case except for a few
conferences and visits to the lands. He had bought his own estate just
outside of the lands he served, built the manor home that had an
extended library as part of it. He was a learned man as well as having
been knighted by King Chadrick for his abilities and adherence to the
codes of old. Still, the library had been more of a gift to the woman he
had planned to marry, such would not be Fate's hand for in time she left
without word as to where. He remained on his estate for a year's time
until it became apparent she would not return. He accepted things as
being for the best. He eventually sold the place on Golden Pond as to
seal a past to where it belonged, it had been so much a part of her it
was built. He would miss the lake mostly that was a few acres as part of
it.
He donated all the books
collected to the Ballicastle library upon his return to the lands here
to live again. He was granted a small manor home of his own, one with a
pond, out near the forests and rolling hills to the north of the castle
itself. Far enough away to grant him solace when he sought it, yet close
enough he could be at the King's hand in a moment's notice. He hired a
maid, cook and lad that could fetch, fix, and be the all around handy
man as needed. He spent a good portion of his time at the castle itself
and the surrounding lands. Being somewhat still the wanderer, this
appeased that part of his nature to wander between both. His mornings
were spent keeping his abilities honed. His evenings were spent usually
reading but he knew he needed to start getting out again and meet
others. A man was not an island unto himself and far better the warrior
that was well rounded.
The thunder of hooves made of
the warhorse ridden, resounded as hardened earth was met in a gallop.
Steel flashed as reds glinted of the sword's polished surface with the
rising of the sun. Rider and horse moved as one across that field set up
with burlap dummies. Another steel glinted flash came with the song of
the sword's blade as it slashed through air in a downwards sweep to
split a burlap dummy open to his left. Sand spilled as in a split second
later the twin to the right was felled in the same fate as sword swept
up in a continued momentum overhead and back down in a passing right
swing of precision. A lad of one of the Ballicastle guards hurried to
drag the dummies from the field as another was quick to replace them.
The burlap of the few dozen dummies were more stitches than material
with the constant repairing that attested to Kevin's morning rituals.
Still in a hard gallop
heading down a short distance the warhorse was reared up in a grouping
of six dummies. Kevin would prefer moving targets but for practice this
sufficed. Hooves slashed airborne kicking two to fly backwards landing
flat while the motion of a guided sword swished to slash two more on the
right before the steed was down and turned in a tight gallop around to
bare down on the two remaining ones. Dewy moisture gathered along the
horse's nostrils as they flared in the heavy breaths taken and release
for the all out workout he was being put through. One hand in a tight
grip of leather straps while legs were pressed in balance against the
sides of his steed. A good knight was as proficient in riding as he was
with his sword. The Ballicastle cape flurried with the breeze along with
the motion of rider and steed without hindrance to the skill of the
knight seated in this mock battle.
The lads in turn that were
helping him were learning by watching. Such was part of the beginning of
their training. The exercise done had Kevin giving the old warhorse a
work-down trot around the field to cool him off slowly, keeping him from
any damage. He finally dismounted at the start of the field to hand him
off to a stable boy that waited. A good rub down, extra water, some
special mixed meal along with fresh hay would be his reward. A hand
lifted in a swipe over a sweat sheen brow as Kevin next talked with the
lads, answering any questions they had and showing them how he handled
his sword to be able to move as fast as he had in taking the dummies
down on both sides. He explained how warhorses were especially trained
to become an extended weapon besides another form of protection for
their riders. It was important to become a friend with the steed they
one day would have.
Kevin had not been out much
socially and almost dreaded to add that to his life again. He found the
times spent here helping with the training of the young men rewarding.
Still, he was becoming aware he needed something more to fill a growing
need within himself. He needed adventure. The lad was still a part of
the man and that desire to be on the move, doing something that appeased
both mind and body was starting to gnaw at him. He needed challenges.
Once the field was cleaned up and the lads taking their leave he took a
few laps around it himself on foot to work off that extra energy he was
still fired up under. His pace finally slowing had him changing
directions by the time it was midmorning to head for the pond by his new
manor home to take a swim. Swimming was another one of his favorite
pastimes. It also helped to keep him in top physical shape. A new life
was starting to mold out into a routine for him, one he hoped to add
more to.
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