Fantasy Schooldays

“Mum? Have you seen my greaves?”

“They’re in the wash.”

“Oh muuuum. You know what it does to the leather.”

“The leather will be fine, there’s nothing to wor…JOHN put that cuirass back in your wardrobe you are not wearing that in this heat! I’ve ironed your hauberk, it’s on the back of the throne in the living room.”

“Fine. Whatevs.”

“Don’t you whatevs me you little…ALAN put that mead back on the counter AT ONCE! That’s for your father when he gets up. You know you can’t have any before school. Go and break your fast with the others. No I haven’t got any bloody toast. Eat your gruel and be quick about it.”

“Mum?”

“Yes John.”

“Can I take this today?”

“And what exactly are you going to do with a scimitar?”

“Duh mum. It’s like Thursday. The field trip? We’re hunting boar.”

“And you think a scimitar will help you how?”

“Pete Cooper is taking his longsw…”

“I don’t care two figs what Pete Cooper is taking on the field trip. You can pack a falchion and a single dagger and that’s my last word on the subject. And get those vambraces out of your backpack, they’re far too small for you. For the love of the gods boy don’t roll your eyes at me or so help me I’ll…”

“Mum?”

“WHAT Alan?”

“Can I take salad for lunch?”

“No you can’t take salad! I’ve already packed everything for you. Miniature wheel of cheese, leftover venison haunch and two hunks of bread. Oh and a strawberry yogurt.”

“Why can’t we just have slices of bread mum? The other kids think we’re weird.”

“I don’t have time to argue about this. Your palanquin will be here in a minute and you still need to brush your teeth. So GET MOVING…”

 

Header photo: “Armor stockholm” by john – armorUploaded by Urbourbo. Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons – https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Armor_stockholm.jpg#/media/File:Armor_stockholm.jpg

Advertisements

16 thoughts on “Fantasy Schooldays

    • Thanks Nicola! My morning routine mostly consists of begging small children to eat in under three hours but it was enough to inspire this piece. Glad you enjoyed it – thanks for stopping by and commenting 🙂

      Like

    • I can confirm that I have never, and will never, be involved in a medieval reenactment of any kind! I knew most of the terms (cuirass was courtesy of Ser Google) but generally get them confused. My own confusion was going to be the starting point for this one (“Mum, have you seen my greaves?”, “Are they the things for your legs or your arms?”) but it morphed a little as I was writing it. I blame it all on a steady diet of fantasy, fantasy and more fantasy since reading the hobbit in junior school. I do branch out a bit these days at least 🙂 Thanks for reading and commenting – always great to get your thoughts!

      Liked by 1 person

  1. I liked it! Alot. 👍 I bet you chuckled to yourself while writing this?
    There’s a gap for this style of tale telling which you’re obviously talented in. As you commented above, please write more – especially if you enjoy writing them, because it speaks volumes in your works.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Yeah there might have been one or two chuckles as I was typing 🙂

      I’ve enjoyed writing in different styles over the last few years but there’s no question that I have the most fun being a bit silly and making people laugh. I think I’ve held myself back for a long time because of some misguided notion that it wasn’t “proper writing” but I’m getting over that slowly.

      Thanks for the pep talk and the lovely comment Mel – the feedback and support I’ve had from you and a few others over the last several months has helped enormously and I truly appreciate it 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s