With the day’s hand-to-hand combat training out of the way, we move on to the area I was more interested in: specialized weapons.
“Have you ever used a bow and arrow before?” Jesse asks me as I peruse the selection of weapons laid out before me.
“A few times.” The large, delicately carved wooden bow is certainly beautiful, but I’m not sure it’s my first choice. “I don’t think it’s my weapon, though.”
“The most skilled riders must learn to wield a bow and arrow,” Briggs tells me. “It’s not my choice weapon, either, but it’s expected of me in the early stages of battle, since I don’t require reins to drive my horse.”
I nod, considering what it might feel like to ride into battle while aiming a bow and arrow. I’m confident enough in my abilities as a rider, but maybe not as an archer. “Ok
