Post by mariusdebrabant on Mar 1, 2010 11:52:28 GMT -6
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn wiped his mouth with the back of his hand,
smearing the remnants of blood from the corner of his mouth. It wasn't long
after Marius had counsel with Adam that Eamonn did as well; and the two had
quite the confrontation. Already, the Lord Marshal heard the generous
offering of Adam, and not only that, but the strange respect of Marius to
refuse such a thing. Naturally suspicious, Eamonn questioned the sincerity of
said words. With the horse helm tucked under his arm, Eamonn headed out to
the stables.
MariusdeBrabant: Marius headed out to the stables to meet the Lord Marshal
for his lesson in horse breeding. He was unsure of what to tell the Lord
Marshal about his earlier meeting with the High Lord. Marius knew he had
done the right thing in refusing the ten mounted men for his personal
command. Yes, he did indeed hunger for a command which he truly did deserve,
but still as he was in the cavalry that must come from the Lord Marshal and
not direct from Adam. It just wasn't right. The Lord Marshal should be
respected simply because he was the Lord Marshal and commander of
the all cavalry. Marius did report to the stables fully ready to mount and
ride or to remain there at the will of the Lord Marshal. He saw his teacher.
"Good day to you Lord Marshal. I am here for my first lesson in
horse breeding."
Emeritus Memoria: Thankfully, Marius did not have to think too hard on the
matter of what to tell Eamonn of the conversation he had with the Lord Adam;
Eamonn was well aware of the issue and it had been sorted out. Indeed, the
man did do the right thing in refusing the generous offer of Adam; it was a
respectful gesture that Eamonn did not forget nor fail to reward. Hazel eyes
lifted to Marius, seeing him already prepared to mount and ride should Eamonn
give the order. The bruise on his cheek was forming and felt hot to the
touch, but Eamonn did well to ignore it. Horse breeding?
Eamonn nodded curtly and glanced over Marius. "Horse breeding or calvary
requirements?For they are separate in my eyes and in this land." Eamonn
replied, arching a thick eyebrow as he stopped before Marius. "I was informed
of your actions earlier, Sir Marius. Either you are respectfully loyal or
foolish to refuse such an offer from the Mohr Truth himself. Nonetheless, I
commend your actions." Eamonn said, earnest in his words.
MariusdeBrabant: Marius answered honestly. "I was greatly honored by the
offer, but it was not right to come from Adam. You are the Lord Marshal and
commander of all our cavalry. It should have been his request and your
decision. I stand on my words."
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn canted his head to the side a bit. Still, his face
remained the same stoic expression many knew him for. "Indeed. But save the
flattery. Come now, have you wish to learn horse husbandry or the ways of our
calvary?" Eamonn asked, one gloved hand resting idly on the hilt of his
sheathed sword.
MariusdeBrabant: "Lord Marshal, you had told me that it was to be a lesson
in horse breeding. If you would prefer to teach me ways of Skye's cavalry, I
would be most grateful."
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn nodded his head. "Then horse breeding it shall
be."He said, tersely, as he moved to the stall where Fin bar was presently
being kept. Setting the helm on top of the saddle, Eamonn turned to Marius.
"Tell me what you know of horses thus far, Sir Marius." Eamonn inquired.
MariusdeBrabant: There are many breeds of horses. Some are for speed, some
for endurance, some pull heavy loads, and some are bread to be charges or
warhorses; they have endurance but are truly made for the short sharp quick
charge. Of course there are Arabians also; magnificent steeds of strength,
speed, and endurance but cannot stand up to a true warhorse in the short run.
Of course there are also Welsh ponies, a hearty breed and most surefooted.
The Mongols have there own brand of horse, which can travel long distances and are most maneuverable.
Emeritus Memoria: The leather gloves were removed from his hands, revealing
the swollen and red knuckles. Eamonn listened, quietly, as Marius spoke of
the breeds he knew. "And what of wild horses? Do they not count? But you are
right, many breeds for many purposes. What of a mare's gestation period? The
prime seasons fore breeding? What of the age of a horse and the signs of
aging? I assume you know the parts of a horse by now."
MariusdeBrabant: "Yes, I do know the parts of a horse by now. As for the
prime season for breeding, there wasn't. Back home, we bred whenever we had
the opportunity because we couldn't wait. We bred a very hearty stock. I
recall the gestation period is about 6 months I believe. As for horses again,
Legs, withers, teeth of course. In Austria I was taught nothing about
horses. What I remember is from home.
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn smirked a bit. There was still much Marius had to
learn. "The gestation lasts at least 11 months, which is why the prime season
for horses to breed is late spring, earl summer, so by the next spring the
horses shall produce." Eamonn pointed, before tucking the gloves in his belt
and flexing fingers. "Spend enough time in Skye, and you shall soon enough.
My home, Eohmark, is where the best of Skye's horses are bred and born. Some
of the horses in this very stable were raised once by me until old enough to be parted from their mothers and trained to
serve. When about year old, the application of saddles and bridles can
begin." Eamonn patted Marius on the shoulder lightly.
MariusdeBrabant: Marius listened quietly. He came for some education." I
see. Here on Skye you have the luxury of time to breed.. You have not lived
in a marcher barony; it is an experience where nothing is new, and everything
is used and reused."
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn arched an eyebrow. Luxury of time to breed? "It is
our living. I come from a place where horse husbandry was our livelihood,
and we were renowned for our horses as well as legendary cavalry. For myself,
it is pleasure that brings peace and profit." He made the time, but for some
in Heahburg and Eohmark, it was the source of income. "Some of our horses,
though, come from the wild horses that roam Eohmark. My steed, was not breed
for excellence, but it comes from a history of feral survival. Fin bar,
is a wild horse and has been my friend for many a day."
He said, smirking a bit as he glanced to Fin bar, the dapple grey stallion
snorting in his stall.
MariusdeBrabant: "My Thunder" he said pointing to his great charger also
in a nearby stall "was bred for me and sent to me in Austria as a gift from
my father. And he has been my companion on many a hard fought field. Your
mounts are good for light cavalry. You can tease and annoy the enemy. But
decisive cavalry charges demand fully armored knights on larger heavier
mounts. If you want a heavy cavalry, you first need to have the mounts..
And that takes time.
Emeritus Memoria: Tease and annoy the enemy? To that, Eamonn's smile
vanished and the makings of a frown appeared. The light cavalry of Skye did
much more than tease and annoy the enemy; with used effectively, they were
the turning tide of the battlefield. The light cavalry did far more than what
Marius seemingly gave credit for. "I assure you, the light cavalry has done
more than tease and annoy the enemy. Decisive calvary charges demand effect
strategy with what you are given. The more armour, the slower the mount, and
when weighed down, your metal knights are nothing more
than armored lambs to slaughter. Do not underestimate my cavalry, Sir
Marius. Skye has breeds tolerable for heavy loads. Those that pull carts can
easily be bred to be suitable for armored knights. Remember to whom you
speak, Marius; I have been in just as many wars as you and have seen
effective and ineffective use of cavalry." Eamonn cautioned, pulling his
gloves back on.
MariusdeBrabant: "And so have I Lord Marshal, many uses of cavalry; good
and bad. War is changing. I should very much love to see your light cavalry
charge a deep pike formation. I know heavy cavalry and their mounts. It is
not merely a matter of breading, but training. Thunder is trained not only
to carry me but also to fight with steel clad hooves, and he does know how to
use them. Heavy cavalry demands special tactics and understanding. Above
all it demands a an overall army commander who is most skilled and
knows each piece of his army; it's strengths and it's weaknesses.
And they take new tactics. There is no one overwhelming cavalry charge
anymore. It is a matter of hammer blow followed by hammer blow. When the
enemy is weakened enough in any one place; this will crack him wide open. I
have seen this. And I have also seen heavy cavalry so misused as to be
literally massacred as well.
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn stared at Marius flatly. What the man spoke of,
Eamonn was already well aware of; with more than half his life spent training
and serving upon the back of a horse, Eamonn learned and understood tactics
and understandings involved when it came to cavalry; they were not polar from
the heavy. In Eamonn's personal opinion, however, they were swifter, lighter,
and faster. "Sir Marius, you speak wisdom I already am aware of. Why would I
send my valuable horses into a formation of pike men in the first place? I would not. The people of Skye, especially its
cavalry, are not simple and ride to wars blindly. Do not lecture me on the
demands of the mounted horse. Horses and the men seated upon the horses are
too valuable to use so freely as you speak. Again, I will warn you to
remember to whom you speak and preach to, Sir Marius. I was not made Lord
Marshal simply because of my standing with the Lord and Lady of the Isle."
Already his blood was hot from his confrontation with Adam; Eamonn's patience
was held by a thin thread and Marius' spouts of wisdom--though
good but already learned--only seemed to rub raw that thread. "It takes
breedings, training, and strategy. Fin bar and your Thunder are not so
different in training. He does a great deal more than charge into battle. As
do all the war horses of Skye. I have come to teach you horse breeding, not
discuss cavalry, nor be lectured on things I already have an understanding
of."
MariusdeBrabant: "Your will Lord Marshal. I hope you will pardon my
passion."
Emeritus Memoria: "It is not your passion I speak of; it is your loose
tongue. I will not deny your knowledge of the matter, but take care of to
whom you wag the tongue at. It is not becoming of a rising knight to speak to
their commander as such unless asked. That is a lesson you would do well in
remembering."
MariusdeBrabant: "As you will, Lord Marshal. I hear and obey."
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn nodded curtly. "Perhaps that is enough for today.
I have things I must tend to. Should you wish, we may resume our meetings on
horse breeding soon." Eamonn said, moving to Fin bar and placing the saddle
upon his back.
MariusdeBrabant: "As you wish Lord Marshal" Marius quietly made his way out
of the stables.
smearing the remnants of blood from the corner of his mouth. It wasn't long
after Marius had counsel with Adam that Eamonn did as well; and the two had
quite the confrontation. Already, the Lord Marshal heard the generous
offering of Adam, and not only that, but the strange respect of Marius to
refuse such a thing. Naturally suspicious, Eamonn questioned the sincerity of
said words. With the horse helm tucked under his arm, Eamonn headed out to
the stables.
MariusdeBrabant: Marius headed out to the stables to meet the Lord Marshal
for his lesson in horse breeding. He was unsure of what to tell the Lord
Marshal about his earlier meeting with the High Lord. Marius knew he had
done the right thing in refusing the ten mounted men for his personal
command. Yes, he did indeed hunger for a command which he truly did deserve,
but still as he was in the cavalry that must come from the Lord Marshal and
not direct from Adam. It just wasn't right. The Lord Marshal should be
respected simply because he was the Lord Marshal and commander of
the all cavalry. Marius did report to the stables fully ready to mount and
ride or to remain there at the will of the Lord Marshal. He saw his teacher.
"Good day to you Lord Marshal. I am here for my first lesson in
horse breeding."
Emeritus Memoria: Thankfully, Marius did not have to think too hard on the
matter of what to tell Eamonn of the conversation he had with the Lord Adam;
Eamonn was well aware of the issue and it had been sorted out. Indeed, the
man did do the right thing in refusing the generous offer of Adam; it was a
respectful gesture that Eamonn did not forget nor fail to reward. Hazel eyes
lifted to Marius, seeing him already prepared to mount and ride should Eamonn
give the order. The bruise on his cheek was forming and felt hot to the
touch, but Eamonn did well to ignore it. Horse breeding?
Eamonn nodded curtly and glanced over Marius. "Horse breeding or calvary
requirements?For they are separate in my eyes and in this land." Eamonn
replied, arching a thick eyebrow as he stopped before Marius. "I was informed
of your actions earlier, Sir Marius. Either you are respectfully loyal or
foolish to refuse such an offer from the Mohr Truth himself. Nonetheless, I
commend your actions." Eamonn said, earnest in his words.
MariusdeBrabant: Marius answered honestly. "I was greatly honored by the
offer, but it was not right to come from Adam. You are the Lord Marshal and
commander of all our cavalry. It should have been his request and your
decision. I stand on my words."
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn canted his head to the side a bit. Still, his face
remained the same stoic expression many knew him for. "Indeed. But save the
flattery. Come now, have you wish to learn horse husbandry or the ways of our
calvary?" Eamonn asked, one gloved hand resting idly on the hilt of his
sheathed sword.
MariusdeBrabant: "Lord Marshal, you had told me that it was to be a lesson
in horse breeding. If you would prefer to teach me ways of Skye's cavalry, I
would be most grateful."
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn nodded his head. "Then horse breeding it shall
be."He said, tersely, as he moved to the stall where Fin bar was presently
being kept. Setting the helm on top of the saddle, Eamonn turned to Marius.
"Tell me what you know of horses thus far, Sir Marius." Eamonn inquired.
MariusdeBrabant: There are many breeds of horses. Some are for speed, some
for endurance, some pull heavy loads, and some are bread to be charges or
warhorses; they have endurance but are truly made for the short sharp quick
charge. Of course there are Arabians also; magnificent steeds of strength,
speed, and endurance but cannot stand up to a true warhorse in the short run.
Of course there are also Welsh ponies, a hearty breed and most surefooted.
The Mongols have there own brand of horse, which can travel long distances and are most maneuverable.
Emeritus Memoria: The leather gloves were removed from his hands, revealing
the swollen and red knuckles. Eamonn listened, quietly, as Marius spoke of
the breeds he knew. "And what of wild horses? Do they not count? But you are
right, many breeds for many purposes. What of a mare's gestation period? The
prime seasons fore breeding? What of the age of a horse and the signs of
aging? I assume you know the parts of a horse by now."
MariusdeBrabant: "Yes, I do know the parts of a horse by now. As for the
prime season for breeding, there wasn't. Back home, we bred whenever we had
the opportunity because we couldn't wait. We bred a very hearty stock. I
recall the gestation period is about 6 months I believe. As for horses again,
Legs, withers, teeth of course. In Austria I was taught nothing about
horses. What I remember is from home.
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn smirked a bit. There was still much Marius had to
learn. "The gestation lasts at least 11 months, which is why the prime season
for horses to breed is late spring, earl summer, so by the next spring the
horses shall produce." Eamonn pointed, before tucking the gloves in his belt
and flexing fingers. "Spend enough time in Skye, and you shall soon enough.
My home, Eohmark, is where the best of Skye's horses are bred and born. Some
of the horses in this very stable were raised once by me until old enough to be parted from their mothers and trained to
serve. When about year old, the application of saddles and bridles can
begin." Eamonn patted Marius on the shoulder lightly.
MariusdeBrabant: Marius listened quietly. He came for some education." I
see. Here on Skye you have the luxury of time to breed.. You have not lived
in a marcher barony; it is an experience where nothing is new, and everything
is used and reused."
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn arched an eyebrow. Luxury of time to breed? "It is
our living. I come from a place where horse husbandry was our livelihood,
and we were renowned for our horses as well as legendary cavalry. For myself,
it is pleasure that brings peace and profit." He made the time, but for some
in Heahburg and Eohmark, it was the source of income. "Some of our horses,
though, come from the wild horses that roam Eohmark. My steed, was not breed
for excellence, but it comes from a history of feral survival. Fin bar,
is a wild horse and has been my friend for many a day."
He said, smirking a bit as he glanced to Fin bar, the dapple grey stallion
snorting in his stall.
MariusdeBrabant: "My Thunder" he said pointing to his great charger also
in a nearby stall "was bred for me and sent to me in Austria as a gift from
my father. And he has been my companion on many a hard fought field. Your
mounts are good for light cavalry. You can tease and annoy the enemy. But
decisive cavalry charges demand fully armored knights on larger heavier
mounts. If you want a heavy cavalry, you first need to have the mounts..
And that takes time.
Emeritus Memoria: Tease and annoy the enemy? To that, Eamonn's smile
vanished and the makings of a frown appeared. The light cavalry of Skye did
much more than tease and annoy the enemy; with used effectively, they were
the turning tide of the battlefield. The light cavalry did far more than what
Marius seemingly gave credit for. "I assure you, the light cavalry has done
more than tease and annoy the enemy. Decisive calvary charges demand effect
strategy with what you are given. The more armour, the slower the mount, and
when weighed down, your metal knights are nothing more
than armored lambs to slaughter. Do not underestimate my cavalry, Sir
Marius. Skye has breeds tolerable for heavy loads. Those that pull carts can
easily be bred to be suitable for armored knights. Remember to whom you
speak, Marius; I have been in just as many wars as you and have seen
effective and ineffective use of cavalry." Eamonn cautioned, pulling his
gloves back on.
MariusdeBrabant: "And so have I Lord Marshal, many uses of cavalry; good
and bad. War is changing. I should very much love to see your light cavalry
charge a deep pike formation. I know heavy cavalry and their mounts. It is
not merely a matter of breading, but training. Thunder is trained not only
to carry me but also to fight with steel clad hooves, and he does know how to
use them. Heavy cavalry demands special tactics and understanding. Above
all it demands a an overall army commander who is most skilled and
knows each piece of his army; it's strengths and it's weaknesses.
And they take new tactics. There is no one overwhelming cavalry charge
anymore. It is a matter of hammer blow followed by hammer blow. When the
enemy is weakened enough in any one place; this will crack him wide open. I
have seen this. And I have also seen heavy cavalry so misused as to be
literally massacred as well.
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn stared at Marius flatly. What the man spoke of,
Eamonn was already well aware of; with more than half his life spent training
and serving upon the back of a horse, Eamonn learned and understood tactics
and understandings involved when it came to cavalry; they were not polar from
the heavy. In Eamonn's personal opinion, however, they were swifter, lighter,
and faster. "Sir Marius, you speak wisdom I already am aware of. Why would I
send my valuable horses into a formation of pike men in the first place? I would not. The people of Skye, especially its
cavalry, are not simple and ride to wars blindly. Do not lecture me on the
demands of the mounted horse. Horses and the men seated upon the horses are
too valuable to use so freely as you speak. Again, I will warn you to
remember to whom you speak and preach to, Sir Marius. I was not made Lord
Marshal simply because of my standing with the Lord and Lady of the Isle."
Already his blood was hot from his confrontation with Adam; Eamonn's patience
was held by a thin thread and Marius' spouts of wisdom--though
good but already learned--only seemed to rub raw that thread. "It takes
breedings, training, and strategy. Fin bar and your Thunder are not so
different in training. He does a great deal more than charge into battle. As
do all the war horses of Skye. I have come to teach you horse breeding, not
discuss cavalry, nor be lectured on things I already have an understanding
of."
MariusdeBrabant: "Your will Lord Marshal. I hope you will pardon my
passion."
Emeritus Memoria: "It is not your passion I speak of; it is your loose
tongue. I will not deny your knowledge of the matter, but take care of to
whom you wag the tongue at. It is not becoming of a rising knight to speak to
their commander as such unless asked. That is a lesson you would do well in
remembering."
MariusdeBrabant: "As you will, Lord Marshal. I hear and obey."
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn nodded curtly. "Perhaps that is enough for today.
I have things I must tend to. Should you wish, we may resume our meetings on
horse breeding soon." Eamonn said, moving to Fin bar and placing the saddle
upon his back.
MariusdeBrabant: "As you wish Lord Marshal" Marius quietly made his way out
of the stables.