Posted June 27, 2011
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Aplegat teaching youngsters always say: "For this to be able to earn a living as a messenger on horseback, you need two things - a good memory and an iron ass.
A good memory is essential, he taught the young runners Aplegatt, for under clothes, in a flat, bare chest was attached to a leather pouch he takes only a messenger messages of lesser importance which, without fear or be entrusted pergaminowi paper. The truly important news secret, those from whom much depends, runner must remember and repeat to whom you must. Word for word, and sometimes they are not simple words. Difficult to pronounce, let alone remember. To remember to not repeating the mistake, you have to have a truly golden memory
And what gives you an iron ass, oh, that each runner will soon experience the same. When it comes to spend in the saddle for three days and three nights, beat a hundred or two hundred miles on the highways, and sometimes, when necessary, in the wilderness. Well, sure, not all the time sitting in the saddle, sometimes dismounts, rests. Because man can withstand a lot, but the horse less. But when you rest on the saddle again, it seemed, that ass screaming: "Help, murder!".
And who now needed Mounted messengers, Mr. Aplegatt, sometimes tricks the young. From Yengerbergu to Vizima, for example, dont no sooner than four or five days and, even on the fastest knitted jump. A wizard with Yengerberg how much you need to convey a message to the magical wizard of Vizima? Half an hour, or and not. The horse may okuleć. They may be robbers or kill squirrels, wolves, or griffins it may tear. He was a runner, not a messenger. A warlock mes ¬ zawżdy Highness arrives, the roads do not get lost, not delayed or lose. Why messengers if they are wizards everywhere, at every royal court? Messengers are not needed now, Mr. Aplegatt.
For some time Aplegatt also think that anyone is no longer needed. He was thirty-six years old, was small, but strong and wiry, not afraid of work and had, of course, a golden head. He could find himself another job to feed himself and his wife to set aside some money for a dowry for the two unmarried daughters yet to be able to continue to help the married, whose husband, a hopeless ofermie, slashing no luck in business. But Aplegatt not want and could not imagine another job. He was a royal messenger rides.
And suddenly, after a long period of oblivion and inactivity humiliating, Aplegatt again become necessary. Forest roads and ducts of hooves thundered again. Messengers, like the old days, they began again to traverse the country, carrying messages from castle to castle.
Aplegatt knew why it was so. He saw a lot and heard even more. Expected from him that the contents of transmitted messages immediately erase from memory, forget about it, so as not to be able to recall even torture. But Aplegatt remember. I know why kings suddenly stopped communicating with magic and magicians. Messages that transported the runners had to remain secret for wizards. Kings of trust magicians suddenly ceased, they ceased to entrust their secrets.
What was the reason for a sudden cooling of the friendship of kings and wizards, this Aplegatt did not know and did not care too much. Yes kings and magicians were in his opinion beings inconceivable, incalculable in action - especially when times are tough they did. And that went hard times, it was impossible not to notice, traversing the country from city to city, from castle to castle, from kingdom to kingdom.
The roads were full of troops. Every step natykało the columns of infantry or driving, and each encountered commander was upset, excited, petulant and so important, as if the fate of the world from him one hung. Also, castles and palaces were full of armed people, day and night lasted feverish excitement there. Burgrabiowie usually invisible and Castellan now constantly flew over the walls and courtyards angry wasps like before the storm, yell, swore, gave the orders, distributed kicks. Ku garnizonom twierdzom and day and night pulled carts loaded with chunky columns, returning a column passing, going fast, and slightly hollow. Pyliły highways driven directly from the stud herds of playful year olds. Unusual than the bit than an armed horseman horses happily enjoy the last days of freedom, providing plenty of additional classes messengers, and other road users no little trouble.
In short, in the hot, still air hung war.
Aplegatt rose in his stirrups, looked around. At the bottom, at the foot of the hill, lights up the river, sharply meandering among the meadows and groves of trees. Beyond the river, south, stretched a la ¬ sy. Messenger rushed horse. Time was pressing.
Was on his way for two days. But the king and get him in the post office Hagge, where he rested after returning from Tretogoru. He left the fortress at night, galloping along the left bank of the highway Pontaru, crossed the border from Temeria before dawn, and now, at noon the next day, he was already on the shores of Ismeny. If the king was in Vizima Foltest, Aplegatt doręczyłby his message that night. Unfortunately, the king was not in the capital - he stayed in the south of the country, in Maribor, away from Vizima about two hundred miles. Aplegatt knew this, so near the White Bridge abandoned highway leading west and drove forests towards Ellander. Risked a bit. In the forests still raged Squirrels, woe to him who fell into their hands or fell under the arch. But the royal messenger has a risk. Such service.
Forced the river without difficulty - in June it rained, the water in the glitter has fallen considerably. Sticking to the edge of the forest, reached the trail leading from Vizima southeast, toward the dwarven steel mills, forges, and settled in the Massif Mahakam. Route pulled carts, often overtaken by riding uphill. Aplegatt sighed with relief. Where was the population, there was no Scoia'tael. The campaign against the people fighting the elves in Temeria lasted a year, persecuted in the woods squirrel commandos split into smaller groups and smaller groups kept away from busy roads and ambushes urządzały them.
Before the evening was already on the western border of the duchy Ellander, at the crossroads near the village Zavada, where he had a simple and safe way to Maribor - forty-two miles beaten, frequented road. At the crossroads was the inn. He decided to rest the horse and myself. He knew that if set off at dawn, even without special fatigue mount even before sunset will see the silver-black pennants at the red roofs...
Continue? If yes, the next parts will be longer and More detailed( this is just copy -->paste)
Aplegat teaching youngsters always say: "For this to be able to earn a living as a messenger on horseback, you need two things - a good memory and an iron ass.
A good memory is essential, he taught the young runners Aplegatt, for under clothes, in a flat, bare chest was attached to a leather pouch he takes only a messenger messages of lesser importance which, without fear or be entrusted pergaminowi paper. The truly important news secret, those from whom much depends, runner must remember and repeat to whom you must. Word for word, and sometimes they are not simple words. Difficult to pronounce, let alone remember. To remember to not repeating the mistake, you have to have a truly golden memory
And what gives you an iron ass, oh, that each runner will soon experience the same. When it comes to spend in the saddle for three days and three nights, beat a hundred or two hundred miles on the highways, and sometimes, when necessary, in the wilderness. Well, sure, not all the time sitting in the saddle, sometimes dismounts, rests. Because man can withstand a lot, but the horse less. But when you rest on the saddle again, it seemed, that ass screaming: "Help, murder!".
And who now needed Mounted messengers, Mr. Aplegatt, sometimes tricks the young. From Yengerbergu to Vizima, for example, dont no sooner than four or five days and, even on the fastest knitted jump. A wizard with Yengerberg how much you need to convey a message to the magical wizard of Vizima? Half an hour, or and not. The horse may okuleć. They may be robbers or kill squirrels, wolves, or griffins it may tear. He was a runner, not a messenger. A warlock mes ¬ zawżdy Highness arrives, the roads do not get lost, not delayed or lose. Why messengers if they are wizards everywhere, at every royal court? Messengers are not needed now, Mr. Aplegatt.
For some time Aplegatt also think that anyone is no longer needed. He was thirty-six years old, was small, but strong and wiry, not afraid of work and had, of course, a golden head. He could find himself another job to feed himself and his wife to set aside some money for a dowry for the two unmarried daughters yet to be able to continue to help the married, whose husband, a hopeless ofermie, slashing no luck in business. But Aplegatt not want and could not imagine another job. He was a royal messenger rides.
And suddenly, after a long period of oblivion and inactivity humiliating, Aplegatt again become necessary. Forest roads and ducts of hooves thundered again. Messengers, like the old days, they began again to traverse the country, carrying messages from castle to castle.
Aplegatt knew why it was so. He saw a lot and heard even more. Expected from him that the contents of transmitted messages immediately erase from memory, forget about it, so as not to be able to recall even torture. But Aplegatt remember. I know why kings suddenly stopped communicating with magic and magicians. Messages that transported the runners had to remain secret for wizards. Kings of trust magicians suddenly ceased, they ceased to entrust their secrets.
What was the reason for a sudden cooling of the friendship of kings and wizards, this Aplegatt did not know and did not care too much. Yes kings and magicians were in his opinion beings inconceivable, incalculable in action - especially when times are tough they did. And that went hard times, it was impossible not to notice, traversing the country from city to city, from castle to castle, from kingdom to kingdom.
The roads were full of troops. Every step natykało the columns of infantry or driving, and each encountered commander was upset, excited, petulant and so important, as if the fate of the world from him one hung. Also, castles and palaces were full of armed people, day and night lasted feverish excitement there. Burgrabiowie usually invisible and Castellan now constantly flew over the walls and courtyards angry wasps like before the storm, yell, swore, gave the orders, distributed kicks. Ku garnizonom twierdzom and day and night pulled carts loaded with chunky columns, returning a column passing, going fast, and slightly hollow. Pyliły highways driven directly from the stud herds of playful year olds. Unusual than the bit than an armed horseman horses happily enjoy the last days of freedom, providing plenty of additional classes messengers, and other road users no little trouble.
In short, in the hot, still air hung war.
Aplegatt rose in his stirrups, looked around. At the bottom, at the foot of the hill, lights up the river, sharply meandering among the meadows and groves of trees. Beyond the river, south, stretched a la ¬ sy. Messenger rushed horse. Time was pressing.
Was on his way for two days. But the king and get him in the post office Hagge, where he rested after returning from Tretogoru. He left the fortress at night, galloping along the left bank of the highway Pontaru, crossed the border from Temeria before dawn, and now, at noon the next day, he was already on the shores of Ismeny. If the king was in Vizima Foltest, Aplegatt doręczyłby his message that night. Unfortunately, the king was not in the capital - he stayed in the south of the country, in Maribor, away from Vizima about two hundred miles. Aplegatt knew this, so near the White Bridge abandoned highway leading west and drove forests towards Ellander. Risked a bit. In the forests still raged Squirrels, woe to him who fell into their hands or fell under the arch. But the royal messenger has a risk. Such service.
Forced the river without difficulty - in June it rained, the water in the glitter has fallen considerably. Sticking to the edge of the forest, reached the trail leading from Vizima southeast, toward the dwarven steel mills, forges, and settled in the Massif Mahakam. Route pulled carts, often overtaken by riding uphill. Aplegatt sighed with relief. Where was the population, there was no Scoia'tael. The campaign against the people fighting the elves in Temeria lasted a year, persecuted in the woods squirrel commandos split into smaller groups and smaller groups kept away from busy roads and ambushes urządzały them.
Before the evening was already on the western border of the duchy Ellander, at the crossroads near the village Zavada, where he had a simple and safe way to Maribor - forty-two miles beaten, frequented road. At the crossroads was the inn. He decided to rest the horse and myself. He knew that if set off at dawn, even without special fatigue mount even before sunset will see the silver-black pennants at the red roofs...
Continue? If yes, the next parts will be longer and More detailed( this is just copy -->paste)
