Eleanor stepped back, tripped on the hem of her dress and fell over. “Now try lunging at me.” invited Stephan, “That’s an easy move for beginners.” Eleanor lunged forward clumsily and Stephan easily parried the blow, “Good.” he said encouragingly before slowly attacking to her left.
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She stepped back a pace and struck an imitation of her brother’s pose, holding the sword gracelessly in both hands. “Prove it.” Stephan looked down at Eleanor and raised an eyebrow. “I’m not scared, Stephan!” Eleanor drew herself up to her full short height and glared at her brother’s chest, “I’m nearly six now and I’m not scared of anything!” The boy rubbed his pug nose and shrugged, “If you are too scared…” “But you’re older and bigger and stronger and you’re a squire now” replied Eleanor uncertainly, scuffling up the soil at her feet with the tip of her wooden sword. “And you hate doing that, dear sister.” Stephan grinned and raised his wooden sword to the en garde position, “You always say knights get to do the interesting stuff, well now’s your chance to do some fighting.” They were both dressed in rich clothes, and spoke the educated French of the noble classes.Įleanor looked up at the sandy haired boy and pulled a face, “Princesses aren’t supposed to do swords, we’re supposed to look pretty and dance and stuff.”
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In a patch of empty grass less than half a mile from the royal palace two children were playing outside in the summer sun one a boy, short for his fourteen years, with sandy hair, the other a girl of nearly six, her jet black hair bound up into a thick braid and coiled at the nape of her neck. England 1325: The royal palace at Waltham, Essex
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