She Was Ok
Copyright© 2021 by Darby
Preface
Some Area Background And Info On The Players In Our story
Europe is our main location to start with in this story. The Medieval Time period was between 500 to 1500 AD but the Plague started in Europe from circa 1346 then went on and some say it still exists today; this was just before his new career as a mercenary started, so it was both a good and bad thing for Sir Hubert. Those who had anything wanted to keep it and get more, those that had not, wanted anything that others had. There was the rub for Sir Hubert, he once had; now though, he wanted all he could get; or so he thought. Opportunity was once again ripe for a merc.
Sir Hubert was a Knight Errant (Definition of knight-errant: a knight traveling in search of adventures in which to exhibit military skill, prowess, and generosity, right, as people today are so apt to show those qualities). Like many teens who had grown up in a noble’s family, he had little knowledge of what the real world was like. What he did know was that he was no longer wanted at the castle.
Lillian Samantha Smythe was now a poor, homeless waif but still followed ‘The Golden Rule’ and treats others as she would like to be treated. She is about 13-15 years old; a pretty young teen left to wander from farm to farm trying to work for food, room, board if at all possible, if not; then she had to live off the land; going into a city, town or even a large village was anathema to her, she had tried that once before. She was quite attractive and had long, thick, silver hair that reached below her waist. She found out her good looks made it quite dangerous for a young girl in places like that.
Vivian (Any story worth its salt has a witch, an actual one, named Vivian in it). In this story it is not for certain if she is a good or an evil one; only time will tell.
Lord Wilfred (Sir Hubert’s almost father). I say almost since Sir Hubert was born on the wrong side of the bed; so to speak.
Geoffrey, legitimate son of Lord Wilfred (Not a very nice guy; the son that is and not only in this story). Rumor has it that he could not wait to inherit everything. Needless to say not Sir Hubert’s best buddy growing up.
There was no large towns or any cities of great size within two or three day’s journey by horse from the castle; but there were two other castles to be found within a day or two’s ride. There also were some larger villages nearby as well as a fair number of farms and larger holdings in the area.(around 200)
The Crusades were still going on but people were more interested in staying alive during the Plague years and/or making money. Coin had more interest than good deeds or gaining salvation for most. This was especially true for a Bastard Son. Those Crusades had run their string out by now judging by the lack of volunteers. Friday the 13th also left a bad taste with prospective crusaders, especially in France. It wasn’t all due to the Templar massacre, 13 was a number feared since it was omitted from the Code of Laws set forth during Hammurabi’s time, close to 3,000 plus years before.(circa 1800-1700 BC)
The one gift from his birth father Sir Hubert got was money, a lot of money, enough to equip himself very well for his lonely new role as a mercenary; more would come as his fame grew, he was certain of that. If he would just go away, his father and brother would be happy, it was assumed now with the money that he would.
When we meet up with Sir Hubert who actually did leave, eventually, his camp included: Two War Horses, four mules, a large tent, several woolen blankets; ground covers(tarps) and all the usual camping and cooking gear available at the time.(no MRE’s folks) Weapons were all very good ones, crafted as befit a travelling knight, Two swords, several crossbows, six dozen arrows(Bolts), with an assortment of tips for them, a mace, four throwing knives, four dirk and sword breakers, various traps, snares, tools and fishing gear, a hammer, nails and spare shoes for the horses and mules, much food and extra clothes. One sword and one dirk were made of Damascas Steel and were his weapons of choice. His and the horses’ armour was made up of both chain mail and some plate but these days use of the lance was not in vogue much as a weapon, hence a mace and small rounded shield took it’s place when he was mounted.
He was 19, tall, of medium build, very fast on his feet and in good health.
