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The snow that covers the island had the advantage of turning Silence and Marian's modest shelter into a more comfortable dwelling, and while last winter's experiences have led him not to expect it to remain past winter, the knight is considering how best to improve upon it once spring comes.
His practise list on the beach--nothing impressive, but a series of hoops dangling from a treebranch and a hollow quintain--is likewise covered, and he has bundled up and ridden Bonheur to see what can be made of it.
Marian had accompanied him, and for some time had watched as he rode manouevres in the snow, calling out "advice" and offering well-meaning assistance which he had borne patiently--Marian, a good horsewoman and an excellent archer, has nevertheless little experience in jousting--before she had laughingly complained of the cold and returned down the path home with suggestions of mulled wine.
The beach is not nearly so useful for this sort of activity in winter, and the sand shifting beneath the snow makes Bonheur's footing difficult. Thinking to drag the quintain back to his shelter, he dismounts and unhitches the reins from the great warhorse's bridle, hooking them round the centre of it and preparing to drag it through the snow. He thinks he can hook it to the horse's saddle, though he'll still need to guide it.
Bonheur looks less than impressed with the entire plan. "I know," Silence murmurs, patting his neck reassuringly. "Thou wert bred for greater things than this. But it is where we are, and what we must do."
[Tag Someone New Meme! Silence on the beach with a quintain, as promised. Open to anyone, though. :) ST/LT welcome though I'll be around for the rest of the night.]
His practise list on the beach--nothing impressive, but a series of hoops dangling from a treebranch and a hollow quintain--is likewise covered, and he has bundled up and ridden Bonheur to see what can be made of it.
Marian had accompanied him, and for some time had watched as he rode manouevres in the snow, calling out "advice" and offering well-meaning assistance which he had borne patiently--Marian, a good horsewoman and an excellent archer, has nevertheless little experience in jousting--before she had laughingly complained of the cold and returned down the path home with suggestions of mulled wine.
The beach is not nearly so useful for this sort of activity in winter, and the sand shifting beneath the snow makes Bonheur's footing difficult. Thinking to drag the quintain back to his shelter, he dismounts and unhitches the reins from the great warhorse's bridle, hooking them round the centre of it and preparing to drag it through the snow. He thinks he can hook it to the horse's saddle, though he'll still need to guide it.
Bonheur looks less than impressed with the entire plan. "I know," Silence murmurs, patting his neck reassuringly. "Thou wert bred for greater things than this. But it is where we are, and what we must do."
[Tag Someone New Meme! Silence on the beach with a quintain, as promised. Open to anyone, though. :) ST/LT welcome though I'll be around for the rest of the night.]