"Again!" The sound of clashing metal followed. "Again!" The sound of a cornered man, fighting to stay alive was heard. "Again!" The only sound that was heard was that of a man falling in the dirt. Ordlac gave a smile and the thane of Stock clapped his hands, seeing how his squire defeated his head of the quard. "You have been beaten by a fourteen year old Walda! Clean yourself off and see to the change of the guard before I let you fight Tidhelm another time. " The captain of the guard came to his feet again, swallowing his pride before walking away to do his duty. The man grumbled to himself as he did so. Tidhelm followed the man with his eyes, only sheathing his sword when his opponent was out of sight. Ormond rose from his chair and walked over to his squire: "In seven years you have beaten my most seasoned warrior. Many could have trained a thousand years without seeing such skill in so short an amount of time." Tidhelm bowed deeply before his mentor, speaking like being out of breath: "I owe it all to your teachings, good thane. If my skill in riding was as good as my swordsmanship, I would have surpassed any who were ever trained on the soil of the Maerc." Ormond smilled again, yet his tone has lost some of its former enthusiasm: "Now don't be so full of yourself. You might have surpassed any fighter in Stoke, but you are not yet at your full potential and I am not even speaking about your below average riding skill." Tidhelm gave his mentor a nod in understanding. Tidhelm had all the time before his training was completed. In the fields overlooking the perch before the meadhall stood a grey cloaked wanderer, looking down upon the thane and his student.
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