finally entered his room to get ready for the hunting trip that he would begin leave for on the following morning.
Looking around, Caleb examined his room. The only furniture inside the simplistic room was his bed and a wide dresser that had three drawers in it. The bed posts and the dresser both seemed to be made from the same wood that was used for the floor and the walls.
He pushed his door shut and walked over to the dresser. His longbow, quiver, and brown leather bracer were lying atop the piece of furniture with a large piece of off-white cloth underneath it.
His eyes stayed on the bow for a moment. The fine craftsmanship of the yew longbow made it an oddity in a village as small as Kirakath. The best longbows were made from yew, but the time it took to actually craft one meant that only people that were fairly well off owned them.
A small smile found its way on Caleb’s face as he remembered when his teacher gave the bow to him. It had been the most important gift that he had ever received.
I wonder where you are, Hector. With his mentor on his mind, Caleb eyes lingered on the bow once more. It had been four months since his mentor’s departure from the village to go on a hunt that he refused to tell anyone about.
Caleb pushed thoughts of his mentor to the back of his mind. He was not worried about Hector, despite the fact that he was worried about Gabriel. His mentor was the toughest man that he had ever met, and Caleb knew that he would survive no matter what.
Pulling the middle drawer open, Caleb removed a brown tunic and an off-white undershirt from the dresser and placed them on his bed. He then shut the drawer and opened the bottom drawer.
A small smile formed on his face as he removed a pair of brown leggings from the bottom drawer and put them with the tunic and undershirt.
What would you say if you were here now, Master? As he continued to get his clothes ready for the trip, Caleb’s smile grew at the imagined conversation that he would have with his mentor when he returned.
With that done, he opened the top drawer of the dresser and immediately saw a cloth covered object that was roughly the size of his palm. Lifting it into his hand and removing the cloth, he found that it was a finely made bowstring.
I guess I still have a good one after all, Caleb thought as he rewrapped it and slipped it into the hidden pouch that was inside of his quiver. His eyes then went to the rolled up bowstring that was sitting right next to his bow on the dresser.
Carefully picking the bowstring up, he unwounded it and held it out fully stretched. He inspected the string from all sides with a careful eye before rolling it back up and replacing it on the dresser.
I shouldn’t need to change the bowstring too soon, Caleb thought with satisfaction. The process of making a bowstring was rather complicated, and it was one of the few things that Hector had not yet begun to teach him. The prospect of having to use an inferiorly made bowstring did not set with Caleb very well. He hoped that Hector returned before it broke.
With that, he shut the two open dresser drawers and walked back over to his bed. Picking up the stack of clothes, he put them on the edge of the dresser.
“I think I’m ready now,” Caleb said as he picked up the brown leather bracer from the top of the dresser and set it on top of the stacked clothes.
At that point, he began to change into his night clothes so that he could retire to bed for the night.
* * * * *
While Caleb was just starting to go to sleep, Michael was sitting in front of the fireplace with his eyes focused on the dancing flames before him.
“Michael, are you sure that it’s such a good idea to let him do this?” Sophie asked as she sat on her knees next to him. “The forest is a dangerous place, and even full hunters don’t always come back.”
“I’m sure,” Michael said with a light
Looking around, Caleb examined his room. The only furniture inside the simplistic room was his bed and a wide dresser that had three drawers in it. The bed posts and the dresser both seemed to be made from the same wood that was used for the floor and the walls.
He pushed his door shut and walked over to the dresser. His longbow, quiver, and brown leather bracer were lying atop the piece of furniture with a large piece of off-white cloth underneath it.
His eyes stayed on the bow for a moment. The fine craftsmanship of the yew longbow made it an oddity in a village as small as Kirakath. The best longbows were made from yew, but the time it took to actually craft one meant that only people that were fairly well off owned them.
A small smile found its way on Caleb’s face as he remembered when his teacher gave the bow to him. It had been the most important gift that he had ever received.
I wonder where you are, Hector. With his mentor on his mind, Caleb eyes lingered on the bow once more. It had been four months since his mentor’s departure from the village to go on a hunt that he refused to tell anyone about.
Caleb pushed thoughts of his mentor to the back of his mind. He was not worried about Hector, despite the fact that he was worried about Gabriel. His mentor was the toughest man that he had ever met, and Caleb knew that he would survive no matter what.
Pulling the middle drawer open, Caleb removed a brown tunic and an off-white undershirt from the dresser and placed them on his bed. He then shut the drawer and opened the bottom drawer.
A small smile formed on his face as he removed a pair of brown leggings from the bottom drawer and put them with the tunic and undershirt.
What would you say if you were here now, Master? As he continued to get his clothes ready for the trip, Caleb’s smile grew at the imagined conversation that he would have with his mentor when he returned.
With that done, he opened the top drawer of the dresser and immediately saw a cloth covered object that was roughly the size of his palm. Lifting it into his hand and removing the cloth, he found that it was a finely made bowstring.
I guess I still have a good one after all, Caleb thought as he rewrapped it and slipped it into the hidden pouch that was inside of his quiver. His eyes then went to the rolled up bowstring that was sitting right next to his bow on the dresser.
Carefully picking the bowstring up, he unwounded it and held it out fully stretched. He inspected the string from all sides with a careful eye before rolling it back up and replacing it on the dresser.
I shouldn’t need to change the bowstring too soon, Caleb thought with satisfaction. The process of making a bowstring was rather complicated, and it was one of the few things that Hector had not yet begun to teach him. The prospect of having to use an inferiorly made bowstring did not set with Caleb very well. He hoped that Hector returned before it broke.
With that, he shut the two open dresser drawers and walked back over to his bed. Picking up the stack of clothes, he put them on the edge of the dresser.
“I think I’m ready now,” Caleb said as he picked up the brown leather bracer from the top of the dresser and set it on top of the stacked clothes.
At that point, he began to change into his night clothes so that he could retire to bed for the night.
* * * * *
While Caleb was just starting to go to sleep, Michael was sitting in front of the fireplace with his eyes focused on the dancing flames before him.
“Michael, are you sure that it’s such a good idea to let him do this?” Sophie asked as she sat on her knees next to him. “The forest is a dangerous place, and even full hunters don’t always come back.”
“I’m sure,” Michael said with a light
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