Henry was ready and in his apprentice armor early, but his nervous energy caused him to rush. He was pacing around his house for a long time before finally deciding he should leave.
True to their word, the knights met Henry at the gates which separated the peasants from the middle class.
Henry had never wandered through these gates before, having been warned for his entire two decades of life that he would be shunned or abused if he were ever to step foot inside the walls.
The knights wore their armor, and the silver metal glistened in the early morning sun.
Normally it would be cloudy this early in the morning, but it seemed that the gods were smiling down on the day and offering Henry a proper sunrise for good luck.
There were three knights but four horses, and Henry raised his eyebrows as he made it to the group.
"Good morning, Henry," Trenton greeted him first, and the other knights followed suit. "You can ride, yes?"
