Ten
Sir Harold
Summer 950 MC
The summer of ‘50 was milder than most, and the farmers despaired, for they expected a bad harvest. Beverly continued with her training, but it was becoming apparent that there was not much left that anyone at Bodden could teach her. Her proficiency with melee weapons had grown immensely, and there was little in the way of fighting skills that she hadn’t learned. It was now a matter of her growing, for she was still not the tall, towering knight that she yearned to be. She diligently carried out her drills, and Gerald patiently watched her, but found little to critique. He could still beat her in a fight, as she was excellent at blocking, but lacked the necessary physical strength to prevent him from knocking her back; this would come in time, of course, but
