big boy’s quest

For the first son of a Lord, there are obligations, regardless of one’s appetite.

He had seen every armorer he could find; none could help: ‘I haven’t the metal, Sir Gerald’. ‘It would be too heavy to wear, Sir Gerald: you’d fall over’. ‘Your frame is too magnificent, Sir Gerald’. ‘Perhaps we can interest you in our fine chainmail, Sir Gerald?’

Often they kept a straight face only with difficulty. At least once Sir Gerald had to remind one of the wretches that he already had a perfectly good sword.

And then there is the problem of a suitable mount.

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Title by: tall squirell
Story by: David

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