Ladyhawke -- "The Squire's Horse"
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comment_fic. Set about a week after the conclusion of Ladyhawke.
The Squire's Horse
“You see? Isn’t he a fine steed? Because, of course, if I’m to be your squire, I’ll need a horse of my own. Perhaps not quite so spirited as Goliath, but a good horse nonetheless, don’t you agree? I got him with my own coins, too!”
Navarre looks from Philippe to the indolent, sway-backed specimen and shakes his head. The beast is hardly fit for a stew-pot. It’s a filthy, shaggy bag of bones, though that’s the least of it. He’s quite certain, first of all, that any coins Philippe may have paid for the wretched nag came from someone else’s pocket, and secondly, he never actually agreed to take the young thief as his squire.
True, it would be good for the lad to have some discipline in his life. However, there’s a daunting amount of work ahead to transform him into even a mediocre squire. His knowledge of horses, for instance—if this is his notion of a fine steed, well—he knows nothing.
“He’ll be a beauty once he’s cleaned up a bit and had a few decent meals,” Philippe continues to enthuse. “The saddle isn’t much, but they only asked a shilling for that and the bridle and it’ll do until I’ve been in a tournament or two and won some real money.”
The thought of this unlikely pair competing in a tournament, much less winning, is enough to bring a smile to Navarre’s lips. Still, he owes the young scamp the love of his life. He doesn’t promise to make a squire of him, but the least he can do is to give Philippe the rudiments of equine care and horsemanship.
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comment_fic. Set about a week after the conclusion of Ladyhawke.“You see? Isn’t he a fine steed? Because, of course, if I’m to be your squire, I’ll need a horse of my own. Perhaps not quite so spirited as Goliath, but a good horse nonetheless, don’t you agree? I got him with my own coins, too!”
Navarre looks from Philippe to the indolent, sway-backed specimen and shakes his head. The beast is hardly fit for a stew-pot. It’s a filthy, shaggy bag of bones, though that’s the least of it. He’s quite certain, first of all, that any coins Philippe may have paid for the wretched nag came from someone else’s pocket, and secondly, he never actually agreed to take the young thief as his squire.
True, it would be good for the lad to have some discipline in his life. However, there’s a daunting amount of work ahead to transform him into even a mediocre squire. His knowledge of horses, for instance—if this is his notion of a fine steed, well—he knows nothing.
“He’ll be a beauty once he’s cleaned up a bit and had a few decent meals,” Philippe continues to enthuse. “The saddle isn’t much, but they only asked a shilling for that and the bridle and it’ll do until I’ve been in a tournament or two and won some real money.”
The thought of this unlikely pair competing in a tournament, much less winning, is enough to bring a smile to Navarre’s lips. Still, he owes the young scamp the love of his life. He doesn’t promise to make a squire of him, but the least he can do is to give Philippe the rudiments of equine care and horsemanship.
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Date: 2013-04-15 02:43 am (UTC)Anyway, the prompt was something along the lines of "Navarre teaching Philippe to ride properly out of a sense of pride", and this is what suggested itself.
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