The days were getting noticeably shorter and the sun was already low in the sky even though dinner was still an hour away.
Henry dutifully put Melan back in the stable and asked an apprentice to take the bread he received to the dining hall. He returned to Sir Alix as quickly as he could.
Sir Alix was no longer by the gates of the fortress and stood with his sword drawn in the middle of a large patch of dirt. He occasionally swung the blade, warming up his body for the upcoming spar.
His face was void of the disinterested expression he normally held and focus took its place. There was something about him that changed and became much more frightening when a blade was in his hands.
He wasn't the tallest knight nor was he the most muscular but his focus and dedication were what put him on the top. His lifetime of lessons didn't go to waste.
Part of being a knight was maintaining peak form and physique. Stamina was important as well.
