Next to take the field was the youngest of house Gerlin, a blood-red banner floating above the knight and his traditional family mount—a beast feared first for its impervious armor, and second for the speed at which cabbages disappeared in its presence.
He’s a little less intimidating than he thinks.
That last creature looked so docile and ready to please, it got me wondering what you might be able to use it for…
Over time the story became somewhat cloudy and muddled (sometimes it wasn’t a squirrel, but a rat), but the smith ever after maintained that it was the most stunning revelation he’d ever had. “If that vermin hadn’t decided to relax on the sun-warmed hull of my latest creation,” he told his chair (he was pushing 80), “I’d never have realized what I’d been missing all these years.”
And medieval war-fashion was never the same.
Well, I figured that even though I’m off being aloof in Texas at the Flashforward conference, I could at least put up something interesting, if not somewhat random. If I actually had access to a scanner, it might be something relating a bit more to my current situation, but since I don’t, you’ll just have to wait ’till later to see Stickman Bob riding the conference logo.