Penthesilea
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Re: Penthesilea's Castle... posts 3200 to 3399
Reply #46 - Mar 22nd, 2007 at 8:45pm
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#3288 Penthesilea
The horses were waiting, Michael's gelding and Penthesilea's new stallion. Penthesilea heard gasps from the crowd of strangers and stole a glance at Michael. He was manfully attempting to hide a grin, no doubt thinking that if they found the Lady's current attire shocking what would they think of what she wore in the training hall? The next shock came quickly. Penthesilea stuck her foot in the stirrup and mounted without help and, horrors!, she was sitting astride! Her weapons are quickly stowed in their proper places.*
Penthesilea: Shall we, Sir Michael? I need to see what this beautiful boy can do.
Michael grins, he can't help it -- he can see the suitors -- and gestures for her to lead the way. She brings her mount around, sees the way to the main gate is clear and goes for it. In three strides, the black is at full gallop with Michael right behind and they tear out of the Main Gates at full speed. They gallop down the lane leading to the Main Gate, past the encampment of the suitors and, once past it, turn off on one of the estate's trails used for steeplechase training. They approach the first jump.. and the black sails across followed by Sir Michael. They ride for only a few minutes more, not wishing to tire the horses only warm them. They return to the Castle's playing fields where the tournaments will be held later. They both grin. The course is ready...
Penthesilea goes first, screaming an Amazon battle cry at the top of her lungs. Her reins are around the saddle horn, she is guiding her mount with her knees because she has a spear in her hand which quickly finds its mark in a target -- set at the level of a man's heart. Without stopping, she retrieves and strings her bow at a gallop. She nocks an arrow and fires. Again. And again. Five arrows pierce the target before she is past it. Sir Michael follows and does nearly as well. He's had, after all, a very long time to learn. Once through the course, Michael draws his sword. Penthesilea sees him and grins, pulling her own. With a screamed battle cry, she charges him. The exchange is quick and savage and since she has no desire to injure either horse, Penthesilea vaults from the saddle and lands, sword ready, to meet Sir Michael. The knight is nothing if not obliging to his lady. He also dismounts and charges her. She meets him and the ring of steel on steel is all that is heard. Michael does not hold back, his heart is too sore, and Penthesilea uses only enough of her skill to keep him pressed. He cannot hurt her -- they both know it -- so it is safe for him to express his pain with a sword. It takes a while but finally he begins to tire and she calls the bout.
Penthesilea: Has it helped? *She asks him quietly.*
Sir Michael: Some. I still want to die.
Penthesilea: Please don't. I need all of my knights. She is not worth your death -- not even one of your tears.
Sir Michael: I've shed more than one, my Lady.
Penthesilea: No more then, my friend. No more. *He nods and together they walk back to the Castle and the problems there...*
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