Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2015 13:47:33 GMT -5
” is it not true that one of the foremost virtues of a knight is courtesy, even to those who are not knights?”
”What does that mean?” The seven year old asked bold and with an intense look in his eyes. There was such a keenness to learn, the boy longed to be a knight and it was as if every fibre in his body was tuned to that great ambition. He had a willingness, even at seven, to learn and a profound mind. But more than that, the boy had courage to ask this stranger what he meant, rather that appear to know the boy seemed so confident in asking questions. It was something his mother was thankful for, his curiosity and his sense of achievement when he learnt something new. Leona had always encouraged him to ask if he didn’t understand. With a gentle furrow in his brow it became clear what the boy did not understand; ”Courtesy? Is that like when Momma tells me not to pull on Maria’s hair because she’s a baby and she doesn’t know that she’s annoying me?”
But as the knight spoke of Daniel, his eyes widened and he seemed to shift closer to the Squire as if expecting him. This was another new thing he did not know. His mother had told him brave men became knights. He didn’t know that boys had to be squires first. Daniel wasn’t that much bigger than the rather tall (for his age) seven year old. And as he turned cerulean blue gaze on the squire it was with much interest and intense inspection.
"Protecting those who cannot always protect themselves often means strangers, young man. What think you of that?"
He looked thoughtful, his arms folding neatly across his chest and he glanced back to his mother for support. Leona saw the look, first from the Knight and then from her son and fought the temptation to cross the sand ground and go to his aide. But she smiled, that incredible smile of hers – that was alluring and enchanting without her intention of being so- and tucked her red hair behind her ear a little. The woman was young, a prize, a trophy, and seemed so delicate as she nodded to her son to be brave and find his own answer.
Finally the boy said; ”But I thought we wasn’t supposed to trust strangers?” He seemed uncertain. And frowned deeper.
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@danieldelamara / Salvatore Deliambre
”What does that mean?” The seven year old asked bold and with an intense look in his eyes. There was such a keenness to learn, the boy longed to be a knight and it was as if every fibre in his body was tuned to that great ambition. He had a willingness, even at seven, to learn and a profound mind. But more than that, the boy had courage to ask this stranger what he meant, rather that appear to know the boy seemed so confident in asking questions. It was something his mother was thankful for, his curiosity and his sense of achievement when he learnt something new. Leona had always encouraged him to ask if he didn’t understand. With a gentle furrow in his brow it became clear what the boy did not understand; ”Courtesy? Is that like when Momma tells me not to pull on Maria’s hair because she’s a baby and she doesn’t know that she’s annoying me?”
But as the knight spoke of Daniel, his eyes widened and he seemed to shift closer to the Squire as if expecting him. This was another new thing he did not know. His mother had told him brave men became knights. He didn’t know that boys had to be squires first. Daniel wasn’t that much bigger than the rather tall (for his age) seven year old. And as he turned cerulean blue gaze on the squire it was with much interest and intense inspection.
"Protecting those who cannot always protect themselves often means strangers, young man. What think you of that?"
He looked thoughtful, his arms folding neatly across his chest and he glanced back to his mother for support. Leona saw the look, first from the Knight and then from her son and fought the temptation to cross the sand ground and go to his aide. But she smiled, that incredible smile of hers – that was alluring and enchanting without her intention of being so- and tucked her red hair behind her ear a little. The woman was young, a prize, a trophy, and seemed so delicate as she nodded to her son to be brave and find his own answer.
Finally the boy said; ”But I thought we wasn’t supposed to trust strangers?” He seemed uncertain. And frowned deeper.
~~
@danieldelamara / Salvatore Deliambre