After enjoying a rather exhilarating breakfast, Luka eventually found himself standing in the centre of the training field.
'This place needs improving...'
He crushed a stone beneath his foot while watching two knights training with each other, their blades clashing with a dull, repetitive tempo. The yard was wide enough, but the ground was uneven, the practice posts were old, and several targets leaned to one side as if a strong breeze might defeat them before any archer could.
It was not good enough for a training field.
It was a piece of flattened dirt where men happened to swing swords.
'No wonder Babylon weakened so much.'
The skill of the knights themselves was not terrible. Their stances were firm, their grips steady, and neither man wasted much movement. Yet it wasn't enough, as their skill could barely reach the bottom ranks of the kingdom's knights.
He needed knights who could fight fallen for hours.
