Fall 920 MC
Richard rose early, his head still a little foggy from the mead. As the sound of chopping wood came to his ears, he peered out the window to see Sir Harold splitting logs for firewood.
The young lord pulled on a clean set of clothes and made his way through the house, finally emerging into the back courtyard, the sun bright enough to make him wince.
“Ah, there you are,” said Sir Harold in greeting. “Just in time for weapon"s practice.”
“I left my sword inside,” admitted Richard.
“It makes no difference,” said the knight, “for today, I am going to start teaching you other weapons. Tell me, have you ever faced a man with a club before?”
“I can’t say as I have,” Richard responded. “Doesn’t everyone use a sword?”
“Have you seen no axe work?” asked Sir Harold.
“I watched Sir
