'I know it has been a long day,' his new knight master stated to the squire, who had reached his majority two days prior. 'I remember that by dusk it was all I could do to keep my feet.' He gestured briefly before removing his gauntlets, 'those shall be your quarters. I have one servant who shall assist in the basics, but your duties shall include keeping it in order.' The boots were shed and the afore mentioned servant gathered them up, to which the knight master nodded his thanks. 'In the coming years, I shall train you in your choice of arms, how to best use your armor, the joust, which is as you well know one of the only ways we can de feat the largest mageborne demons. I shall ensure your knowledge of the Order is the finest short of joining directly, and your manners shall be suitable enough for even the Court, should you be so fortunate. Or un-, as some would have it. Here, this is yours until your tenure is done; do not wear it beyond that door.' The knightmaster tossed the weary squire a small bit of silver with gems along its length. 'But the sumptuary--!' 'behind that door,' the knight master pointed, 'it is allowed. with that, I will teach you the hardest lessons you will bear to properly represent the Knights LIthmorran and the Order of Dav, for you are comely and strong; many will seek your hand for marriage to bolster our kingdom in the face of the deaths that stalk us.' unheeding, the squire stared blankly down at a swollen chest. 'and, as i am sure you are not aware, a happy woman is far more willing to bear your offspring. To that end, I shall teach you the ways of pleasing a woman in all her mysteries, and you shall know the effects of your training. we will start tonight...miss. strip off that tunic and i will demonstrate.' '...is-isn't this magic?' the squire gasped, aghast. 'indeed, and as such it will not leave the door. this will help you accustom yourself to what can be done to you in the heat of battle, and if captured, after.' '...b-but--' 'shed your tunic, your lessons begin tonight.' It was a manly squeak, the squire thought desperately. it really was!