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Alternatively, some evil tongues would claim he was indeed aiming to see his mother, not just her husband, but since Georges and his father had equally large frames and fast fists, nobody was speaking about this openly. Curiously enough, the padre had an equally large frame. | Alternatively, some evil tongues would claim he was indeed aiming to see his mother, not just her husband, but since Georges and his father had equally large frames and fast fists, nobody was speaking about this openly. Curiously enough, the padre had an equally large frame. | ||
Whatever the truth about his true parenthood, Georges was to become a soldier, like his father. He had learned a bit about the Scripture form his uncle, although he noticed that the boy paid most attention upon hearing about the Old Testament battles. Still, nothing unusual about a boy his age-especially given his heritage and upbringing. To compare, other boys got a whupping if they were fighting-he only got one if he lost the fight. He was the son of a warrior, and losing was not a habit he needed developing, his father said. his uncle agreed, and he was rather good with a sword and buckler himself. Most priests studied it, anyway-the war was looming, and it seemed that there has always been war. Even the Church had to be prepared to defend. The boy learned the fundamentals of the sword-and-buckler style from them both. In this [Georges] surely learned from his father. Other skills as a soldier? Who knows... but he put them to good use anyway. | Whatever the truth about his true parenthood, Georges was to become a soldier, like his father. He had learned a bit about the Scripture form his uncle, although he noticed that the boy paid most attention upon hearing about the Old Testament battles. Still, nothing unusual about a boy his age-especially given his heritage and upbringing. To compare, other boys got a whupping if they were fighting-he only got one if he lost the fight. He was the son of a warrior, and losing was not a habit he needed developing, his father said. his uncle agreed, and he was rather good with a sword and buckler himself. Most priests studied it, anyway-the war was looming, and it seemed that there has always been war. Even the Church had to be prepared to defend. The boy learned the fundamentals of the sword-and-buckler style from them both. In this [Georges] surely learned from his father. Other skills as a soldier? Who knows... but he put them to good use anyway. | ||
| − | Georges ran with a mercenary company at a young age. Nothing so unusual for boys like him. It even proved to be a good choice, after invaders sacked the city, a few years later. His brothers died there. His sister was alive, because she had become a nun, praying for their souls-an most of all, for Georges's soul. He had seen her once or twice since then, when the tide of war was bringing him nearby. indeed, it is temperance this kind of that mercenaries often value even above valor. Excessive valor gets you killed. Excessive temperance gets killed the one that hired you. From the mercenaries' viewpoint, there can be no comparison. | + | [Georges] ran with a mercenary company at a young age. Nothing so unusual for boys like him. It even proved to be a good choice, after invaders sacked the city, a few years later. His brothers died there. His sister was alive, because she had become a nun, praying for their souls-an most of all, for [Georges]'s soul. He had seen her once or twice since then, when the tide of war was bringing him nearby. indeed, it is temperance this kind of that mercenaries often value even above valor. Excessive valor gets you killed. Excessive temperance gets killed the one that hired you. From the mercenaries' viewpoint, there can be no comparison. |
Meanwhile, for years, he fought at different battles. Their names meant little to him. Their causes, the winners-they also didn't mean a whole lot more, as long as he was on the winning side and lived to see the victory-or at least, as long as he lived to fight on another day. No mercenary company survived for long without showing restraint like this, when the battle didn't turn in their favor. | Meanwhile, for years, he fought at different battles. Their names meant little to him. Their causes, the winners-they also didn't mean a whole lot more, as long as he was on the winning side and lived to see the victory-or at least, as long as he lived to fight on another day. No mercenary company survived for long without showing restraint like this, when the battle didn't turn in their favor. | ||
He killed, than he drank. He sinned. There was not a sin he did not commit these days. Then he drank more. Now that the war is over, he is looking around him and sees the ravages of the war. Then he looked inside him, and there are the ravages of the war, too. Only strong drink and strong faith were able to help him dealing with the ravages inside-and the stronger the faith, the less he needed to drink. Indeed, it was the cheaper option-and like most mercenaries, he haven't spent a big fortune. | He killed, than he drank. He sinned. There was not a sin he did not commit these days. Then he drank more. Now that the war is over, he is looking around him and sees the ravages of the war. Then he looked inside him, and there are the ravages of the war, too. Only strong drink and strong faith were able to help him dealing with the ravages inside-and the stronger the faith, the less he needed to drink. Indeed, it was the cheaper option-and like most mercenaries, he haven't spent a big fortune. | ||
