Honour Honesty Valour Loyalty...
T'was been a dusk day filling the skies and airs of Feldburg. A young maiden, was on her training, bashing and clashing her opponent like a mighty one. And from the sounds of fires were heard that the night will come indeed. Before the night arrived, a stout captain, an Æthelwigend paced his steed followed by his men, he led them for the horses to be tended with the stable-hand, seemed what after a patrol they were to the blue eyes of this young maiden, Éohilda was her name.
"Wésthu hal, capt'ain!"
She raised a loud tune as Regnwald passed just before the training yard. Regnwald didn't seem to reply of her matter but walked in instead, at least what her eyes thought of, only then the sword clashing continued till one of 'em fell...
Eohilda rose her sword and blew to her opponent several times, as what savage combat It would be seen. The man seemed to at ease, just before Eohilda swung her blade to taunt and swiftly she stroke the man with the tip of her sword but with swift the man dodged, making a couple step backwards yet alas, a mere stone seemed to caught him offguard that he fell right away. The maiden seemed to be satisfied before she turned to see the Æthelwigend has already been watching for her.
He acted cold in the eyes of the maiden yet she followed him just before steps away from the training yard, with silence and solemn he unsheathed his gleaming blade. While she only can beared speechless and briefly to wait herself to unsheath hers. Regnwald swirled his blade around the wind more clasping his golden braids to the other side of his head and watched her unsheath her sword as well. He surveyed her keenly, taking his stance and spoke,
''You strenghtened your arm in battles, trainings; yet your mind still remains the same poor farmgirl's.I do not know what you witnessed, what you lived; but they matter not here in the company... In the éored; we are no-one, which is why I'm telling you to step up and leave your old burdens before they hit you on the ground.''
Her brows arched like a trough, suddenly her heart would have found discomfort. She severaly swung her sword like a twirl, while her idle hand stood silent,
"Wher' t'is is goin' to captain.."
She suddenly spoke differently, with a grim tone but still remain calm and firm. Regnwald surveyed her with a firm gaze, but did not give a respond in words; he merely sighed out a deep breath from his nostrils. It was not until for him that the moment he leaped straight to her, raising his blade arched in the wind before he lowered it, aiming for her waist with the hilt of his sword. Regnwald gave another deep breath as his move was succeed,
''Valour!''
He called out in a high-tempered tone, yet he was smirking at the same time; though he juked right and grasped his sword to his left hand and stroke his elbow, backhanded.
''Discipline!''
He cried again. Regnwald turned around quickly as the maiden trumbled backwards, not waiting for her to gather herself; he stroke again.
''Honesty!''
He would lunge and stroke with heavy blows and switch to fast and light ones, hoping for his opponent the match the pace of his blade, but soon he glanced a blow to her shoulder.
''Honour!''
Eohilda seemed very ill and overhelmed, she couldn't defend nor dodge as his strikes were deceiving and convincing enough to make herself fall. Regnwald watched her as she fell to the ground, making a heavy sound as her armour kissed the mud. He would advance a step closer to her, his eyes casted on hers with a stern look that would be enough for her to understand the moment of truth.
''Without those, you're not a shieldmaiden...''
he waited for a brief moment
''...you're only a poacher.''
It didn't take long for him to leave the training ground as his words sunk in. He strode away with his ever long and confident steps, his shoulders unbowed and his head straight. Eohilda merely stood with her fallen figure in diaphanous, her eyes which was covered by her long blonde hair seemed to drop a one or two clear, she sobbed. Yet not a sob of a coward and fools, a coward of guild, of what Lesson she received. Minutes passed when finally her legs stood her up, pacing her for the camp of her Æthelwigend. Slowly her right hand extended and finally drop the sword which she was holding off to the ground, then she faced the Aethelwigend once more.
"Yer' righ', capt'ain.. I shan't be a shieldmaiden yet, am' just a weak ones. Fo' that, the sword is no wort'y to be held of me and I shan' wear it till the day has come yet, tha' I'am suffic' to hold a wort'y sword suc' as my family heirloom.."
She spoke lowly, and still with leaving a mark of weeping, yet her word spoke true and willingly. Only to turn out after to leave the place.
