Post by The Smith on Dec 17, 2008 1:46:58 GMT -5
Lord Samuel was not bored in King’s Landing. The King had insisted that all the lords who had rebelled against him remain at court in the capital, and Samuel found that it was honestly hard to deny that the King made good company. He spent time in the many inns where Rodrick toured to go drinking, and Samuel always enjoyed a good bout of drunken revelry. He’d listened to the words of Ipthius Tides carefully when they spoken, and he took the time to obLordve the king whenever he saw him, to see why the man was so charismatic to those who followed him.
He’d also been writing letters back and forth with Lord Redwyne, whose children Samuel was friendly with from back when he squired at the Arbor, and the Lord of the Arbor had agreed to allow Samuel to marry his daughter, a young beauty of nineteen. She favored most her grandfather, who was a princess of Storm’s End; coal black hair with piercing blue eyes as well as a slim and feminine body.
The King had declared that a tourney would be held several moon’s turns hence, and Samuel decided that he should get in as much practice with the lance as possible, for the competition. He approached the stables of the Burrow, where he was staying in the capital, and he searched for his own horse inside the modest building. He found the brown courser in a stall deep inside the stables, and when Samuel arrived there, he saw his good-brother Lord Irwyn standing nearby tending to a horse in a nearby stall. Loren turned at the sound of Samuel approaching, and two men clasped arms in greeting.
“I had thought to practice the lance a little, since the King will be throwing his big tournament soon. Would you care play target so I can knock you on your ass a few times?” Samuel asked amiably, smiling widely. The Regent of the Reach laughed in response and nodded, beginning to saddle his own horse. Both led their hoses out of the stables and over towards the small training area within the complex owned by the Irwyns. They rode to opposite ends, and then turned and spurred their horses. The two coursers thundered toward each other as the men sitting in their saddles both couched their lances.
The pair crashed together, both lances striking squarely on the other’s shield and exploding from the impact. They rode their horses back towards the ends of the lists and snatched up new lances. They turned and rode again, to the same effect. “What say we push them a little harder, we seem to be evenly matched,” Samuel called out as the second lance exploded against his shied. Lord Irwyn nodded, and the two again returned to their sides to retrieve a new lance. This time they pushed their horses as hard as they could and when they came crashing together Lord Samuel’s lance struck the center of Loren’s shield and exploded while Lord Irwyn’s lance hit the outer edge of Lord Samuel’s green shield, and slid off into empty space.
The two rode against each-other half a dozen more times before Lord Irwyn was struck cleanly in the chest and went sailing off his horse’s back onto the ground. He stood, laughing and rubbing his head, as Lord Samuel dismounted. “Well struck Sam, and I thank you for the practice.” The Lord of Horn Hill laughed also, as the two men led their horses back to the stables. They rubbed the beasts down, and fed them both several carrots and apples before retiring to their respective quarters to rest for the evening.
Lord Samuel Tarly improves toward Master Horseman
Lord Samuel Tarly improves to Master Lance
He’d also been writing letters back and forth with Lord Redwyne, whose children Samuel was friendly with from back when he squired at the Arbor, and the Lord of the Arbor had agreed to allow Samuel to marry his daughter, a young beauty of nineteen. She favored most her grandfather, who was a princess of Storm’s End; coal black hair with piercing blue eyes as well as a slim and feminine body.
The King had declared that a tourney would be held several moon’s turns hence, and Samuel decided that he should get in as much practice with the lance as possible, for the competition. He approached the stables of the Burrow, where he was staying in the capital, and he searched for his own horse inside the modest building. He found the brown courser in a stall deep inside the stables, and when Samuel arrived there, he saw his good-brother Lord Irwyn standing nearby tending to a horse in a nearby stall. Loren turned at the sound of Samuel approaching, and two men clasped arms in greeting.
“I had thought to practice the lance a little, since the King will be throwing his big tournament soon. Would you care play target so I can knock you on your ass a few times?” Samuel asked amiably, smiling widely. The Regent of the Reach laughed in response and nodded, beginning to saddle his own horse. Both led their hoses out of the stables and over towards the small training area within the complex owned by the Irwyns. They rode to opposite ends, and then turned and spurred their horses. The two coursers thundered toward each other as the men sitting in their saddles both couched their lances.
The pair crashed together, both lances striking squarely on the other’s shield and exploding from the impact. They rode their horses back towards the ends of the lists and snatched up new lances. They turned and rode again, to the same effect. “What say we push them a little harder, we seem to be evenly matched,” Samuel called out as the second lance exploded against his shied. Lord Irwyn nodded, and the two again returned to their sides to retrieve a new lance. This time they pushed their horses as hard as they could and when they came crashing together Lord Samuel’s lance struck the center of Loren’s shield and exploded while Lord Irwyn’s lance hit the outer edge of Lord Samuel’s green shield, and slid off into empty space.
The two rode against each-other half a dozen more times before Lord Irwyn was struck cleanly in the chest and went sailing off his horse’s back onto the ground. He stood, laughing and rubbing his head, as Lord Samuel dismounted. “Well struck Sam, and I thank you for the practice.” The Lord of Horn Hill laughed also, as the two men led their horses back to the stables. They rubbed the beasts down, and fed them both several carrots and apples before retiring to their respective quarters to rest for the evening.
Lord Samuel Tarly improves toward Master Horseman
Lord Samuel Tarly improves to Master Lance