The Black Shield of Falworth Page #4

or decaying goat.

It can be but one thing,

a peasant.

My head is reeling. Why even this

seems to be losing its strength.

What shall I do?

- My Lord?

- Yes?

Hold it a little closer.

Stop that!

They'll be no brawling.

Unless I take part in it.

Back to your places.

Sir James has informed me you're

being entered on the roll farm boy.

- Well you've begun badly.

- Myles did not start it.

Get to bed.

I was also informed that

you're from Crispy-Dale.

Any more trouble and

you'll wish you were back there.

My brother might find it strange

that Nlackworth

plucks a peasant off his farms

and trains him for a squire.

The Earl of Alban...

your brother?

Yes. Why?

Nothing.

Cover fire.

The right flank.

The left flank.

Head.

Parry.

Left flank.

Right flank.

Right flank.

Left flank.

How long does this go on?

Tired? So soon?

This blade is no feather.

Left flank.

Head.

Right flank.

Left flank.

Right flank.

Right cheek.

- Left flank.

- I think my arm will fall off.

If it does, you'll be

allowed to use the other one.

Left flank.

Right flank.

Head.

Left flank.

Right flank.

Right cheek!

I can see you know little

of the subtle art of conquest.

A lady never lets a man know

she's interested.

Pretend indifference.

Hardly notice him.

Left flank.

Left flank.

Right flank.

Left flank.

Right cheek.

Right flank.

Head.

Left flank.

Right flank.

Right cheek.

You may watch them

but they may not watch you.

Head.

Left flank.

- Rig ht flank!

- Get your shield up Myles.

Higher.

- Good morning lovely Lady.

- And to you Sir James.

We were just coming for you

for permission to watch.

You may watch them

but they may not watch you.

The first lad who casts

his eye in this direction,

I'll have it plucked out

and fed to the buzzards.

- Head.

- Sheathe your swords.

When Sir James gets that look

it means trouble.

Rest.

Not you.

Now then.

Strike a blow at me.

Come on strike.

Take your sword out.

What's the matter?

Are you afraid?

That's for your impudence,

and to teach you the reason

for holding your shield high.

Yes Sir James,

perhaps Sir, you would act my part

that I may learn better.

What? Right.

Have at me now.

Sometimes Sir,

it is well to keep the shield low.

It is also well

never to underestimate the enemy.

Blunt,

continue the exercises.

To your places.

Thank you, Sir James.

Giles, call the commands.

Draw swords.

On guard.

Right cheek.

Left cheek.

Right flank.

Left flank.

Head.

Right cheek.

Left cheek.

Right cheek.

Rest.

Put down your shield.

Now hold out your arm.

I'll teach you to obey orders.

- Do you find it heavy?

- No.

You will.

Now stand here and keep

your arm straight and level.

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