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The foreigner, Kou'te-bpe as he has asked to be called, has been learning the use of the spear at a commendable rate. Likely he'll never be an expert in its use, but one cannot have everything. Besides, he above all men has less need than most to keep his enemy as far away as a spear will reach; so as long as the enemy still uses bronze, and does not turn to rampant foolishness and silver-plate their weapons, it should be well.

But there remains the matter of knowing what he is entirely capable of, and so today he is being called away from spear practice to the high-walled enclosure where cattle are kept, one or two at a time, before being led to sacrifice. If there is any place in the Citadel where the foreigner can show what he is capable of without there being danger to everyone else, it is there.

Date: 2007-08-07 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"The three nights of the full moon...I will probably come here." Spoon slaps the wall of the cattle cell, "And I will need live meat. The more it fights, the better. The rest of the month it is under my control."

The ability to say that truthfully is a hard won one indeed.

Date: 2007-08-07 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
Kou'te-bpe's voice is wry, "Then I will have to hope that there is plenty of plunder. Without meat those three nights it is more likely that I will lose control. Fighting as a man will help as well."

With no other duties, that is what he does from when he wakes until when he sleeps. The foreigner rises as early as any in the palace and works with spear and shield or sword until the dinner hour. It helps.

Date: 2007-08-07 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Good." is the response, "Need enough to keep me in moon-meat, and enough to take care of Rhene." Because he's going to take care of her. She's his, as much as he's Sergeant Harry Wells' Spoon. "When do we fight?"

Date: 2007-08-07 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
His lips quirk, then, and he asks, "Should I try to get a facsimile of my armor made? It won't be the skeleton of a kainde amedha, of course, but I remember how to shape it."

Date: 2007-08-07 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
The yautja nods, smiling faintly. This won't be the first time he's gone into a fight wearing little to no armor at all. "Sounds like a good way of dealing with things. Won't need all of it, of course, but at least I know what to take for trophies."

Date: 2007-08-07 04:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"No." Kou'te-bpe says with a shake of his head, "There isn't anything else that I need. Except a nap. A nap would be good."

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