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Post by kight on Apr 3, 2009 22:51:12 GMT 1
Rigoletto, was out riding seeing what was new or more that there was no big trouble brewing for him, Prince John & so forth. His stallion moved with easy under his weight & armor, there was the light clicking of his horse's hooves on the ground.
His armor glimored with in the sure that shined over head, his eyes watched the things that passed threw his helm & watched to see if there was any sigh of danger.
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Post by haecvir on Apr 4, 2009 0:28:50 GMT 1
The road to Nottingham was unfamiliar to Caleb. He vaguely knew the layout of the area and that Loxley was north of Nottingham and that he need not worry about Robin Hood popping out at him, but he was on alert none the less. He had dressed in his finest that morning, expecting to arrive in Nottingham around mid day, and he wanted to look quite respectable for the Sheriff. His dark leather jacket had been freshly oiled, his white gambeson was bright and clean, and Caleb had even brushed his hair away from his eyes. One could easily picture him as some young merchant or a Squire that has misplaced his Knight.
He rode a lovely dark chestnut mare and allowed her to walk at her own pace, weaving across the roadway as she wished. He was in no hurry. Rounding a bend in the rode, he spotted a knight in full kit, headed in his direction. He did not recognize the knight's colors, and found it very unsettling that there would be a knight assigned to Nottingham that he had not known about. And if he did not know about the knight, then chances are the knight did not know about him.
Caleb raised one hand and gave a high wave in greeting to the knight, grinning widely. It may have been foolish to draw attention to himself, but the other man was clearly a knight of some sort, and one did not earn knighthood by attacking friendly, defenseless boys in the woods.
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Post by kight on Apr 4, 2009 0:43:29 GMT 1
Rigoletto, rode on he knew he would need to returned to Prince John castle soon but, as he rode. He saw another rider, he thought nothing of it but, not dropping his guard. He saw them wave & at that it was odd, why had they done that or where they justed thinking they knew him or where they a knight as well or one in training.
He did not stop, for he did not know the man nor did he recognize him by colors or what he had seen or heard about the other knights. Rigoletto, moved on but, remained at the ready for him if he tried something.
For if the man wished to speak, he would or might stop, if there was good reason for him to do so. But, that was left to be seen & Rigoletto only took orders from Prince John & those he told him to take orders from.
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Post by haecvir on Apr 4, 2009 1:04:47 GMT 1
The knight's reaction, well, lack of reaction, made Caleb curious. Most nobility he knew would at least give him a glare or a talking to for greeting them in such a familiar way. That this black knight did not stop indicated that he was not overly proud, but that he was also not friendly. A knight set in his duty, perhaps. As they approached, Caleb pulled the reigns of his horse slightly, stopping her in the road. He tilted his head forward and down, left arm folding in front of him, giving a cheeky half-bow. It was polite in that he was admitting the other of higher station, but his grin showed he found the situation amusing. Or perhaps he was just daft.
"Greetings, Sir!", Caleb called, back straightening and hand moving to clasp the reigns again. He raised his eyebrows and traded his smile for a more sincere look of interest. "Might you have come from Nottingham?"
He hoped to at least find out this knight's name, perhaps even the reason he was alone lurking along the road south from Nottingham. Caleb suspected it might have to do with the Prince, what with conspiracy and all, but naturally he could not just ask. If this was one of the Prince's knights, then being friendly and offering assistance could only improve the reputation of his master, Sir William d'Aubigny, with the future King.
((arg, I come back later and notice I was missing whole words from sentences. Copy and paste errors are horrible!))
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Post by kight on Apr 4, 2009 3:49:19 GMT 1
Rigoletto, was going to pass the man when he saw him draw back on his rains & speak. Rigoletto looked at him, his eyes where cold as he was thought to be but, as many said looks could deserve.
Stopping his horse with a light draw back of the rains, his stallion came to a stop. At the mans words he spoke “I did Sir” With that being said it sparked his interested, as to why the man would of asked that perhaps he was lost of was looking for it, he might also have returned from some where & things where new. Rigoletto. Was a none talker, so to speaking much on many things & he only spoke if he really had to or felt the need to. So he was not a really talkative person.
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