Post by yealls on Oct 29, 2015 23:58:48 GMT -5
As I ate some oatmeal the silence was broken by the roar of the clan's Weapons Master. Get up you lazy good for nothings. It's time to shack out those cobwebs from between your ears and put some muscle back on your saggy bones. Everyone out on the practice field. It 's time to get serious. There was a collective moan as those gathered in the hall started for the practice field. The Weapons Master was sure to make us pay for all the laying around we had done over the years. There was going to be hell to pay today and pay we did. We started by running with a backpack full of rocks. This was followed by climbing up and down the walls of the hall. As lunch pasted we continued the grind until supper time. As we entered the hall the Weapons Master passed out bottles of liniment for our sore muscles. He said that this will toughen our skin and the horses love it. Supper was rather subdued as we ate and headed off to our beds. Tomorrow it would start all over again. Damn it was good to be back in the clan hall again.