lol Faithful Squire Jack
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laene_lifI've got more to write about later, but for now, I'd just like to share this artifact from my childhood. It's a little story I wrote when I was seven or eight, titled Faithful Squire Jack. I got a lot of good laughs from it. All my early writing is such a funny mishmash of different stories I'd heard and read.
Here:
Chapter One: Colecting and Hiring
Jack was an orphan. He lived with another boy named Timothy (though he was everything except timid). Tim was a theif. He stoll both food and money. But Jack had a job as an chimney sweep. He got ten cents a week. Until one day (Tim wasn't home), a carrage stopped at the ruin he lived at. It had sash round it and it was surly gold. It was drown by four white horses: beutifull lipezaners.
"Would you like to come with us, boy, and become a squire?" Said a gentleman in the carrage.
"Alrigh," he said, for he hadn't any parents to forbid him. What about Tim? Thought Jack. He'll understand. Besides, I already told him I was thinking about leaving. Jack hopped into the carrage and rode toward the castle.
In the castle their were about nineteen other boys, some wearing green or pink tunics, tights and jolly caps, others (like himself) brown torn tunics. Their were also many knights there. They were looking at the boys, one knight came and took a boy. Soon a knight came and took Jack.
"My name is Sir Peter. What is yours?"
"I'm Jack, well ur, now I guess I'm Squire Jack. But will you cal me Jack, um, Your Lord, I mean Master?"
"Alright, Jack. Call me whatever you like, though I perfur Sir Peter. Let's go to my house."
At Sir Peter's house they had a very big meal. Then the knight talked for a while.
"Training begins tomarro. But for now I must talk. We worshop of course the Lord and under him King Eric the third. As soon as you are trained we will begin our journey to London where you shall be baptiesed a squire. But one thing you must always remember (the bishop will repeat)
"Weather thou art page, squire, or knight may he remember to always clean your sword after killing, for it shall rust, help he that is needy, never kill a man who is begging and pleading for mercy and always be fair and just."
And then they went to sleep.
Chapter Two Training
Sir Peter woke Jack at six-thirty in the morning. He handed Jack a dagger. It was a steel little knife, with a small golden handle, and a blue sheith. Sir Peter also gave him a clean blue tunic, with a red belt.
"Now get dressed, we can soon begin," said Sir Peter. Jack hadn't noticed he was already dressed. He had on silver armor, with a deep blue tunic over. 'Round the wast there was a brown belt. In the belt was a bautifull sword about four feet long. Jack got dressed quickly and without hesetation. They went outside to the stable where two horses were standing. One was a tall brown horse and the other a black pony.
"Oh, is he mine?! The little one?" Jack exclaimed. Sir Peter laughed.
"Yes, he's yours." First Sir Peter taught Jack how to mount. Then how to hold the bridle and make it go and so on.
By the end of the day Jack had an achey back.
"You did well for your first day. But now we need some nice dinner. Then I will teach you to read."
"I'm starved!" And so it was. Jack turned out to already know the alphabet.
"Now you'll learn how to make use of it." Sir Peter had said. In a cupple of weeks, he'd learned. He'd also learned to ride, though he still practised every day. But one day Sir Peter said, "Now we'll stop for now with those two, out with the old and in with the new."
"Sir Peter, do you mean I'm not going to ride or read?" asked Jack.
"Just for now, because you also need to learn sword-play and archery." That day Jack lost most of the fights they had. But he wasn't to bad. Jack's exuse was that "I've got a dagger and you've got a sword." And in the evening, Sir Peter gave him a bow and arrow. They used a tree as a target. Then Sir Peter put an apple on Jack's head. What's he doing? He's trying to shoot the apple on my head! Thought Jack. He screamed. Sir Peter relised he was scared.
"It's alwrite! I know what I'm doing!" He sent the arrow sorring and it hit the apple perfectly!
Chapter Three In the Chapell
They packed and got on the horses. They were headed torward London. Jack went for some water. In the distance he thought he saw Tim, in a black tunic, then he was gone. He went back to Sir Peter. They reached the Chapell in three weeks. When they got there they changed into their best clouths. Jack walked down the isle, Sir Peter behind him. He kneeled in front of the alter.
"Weather thou art page, squire or knight, may thoust always remember to clean thy sword after killing, always help he that is needy, and never kill he whom is begging and pleading for his life," said the bishop. Then King Eric the third came toward Jack.
"What is they name?" he asked.
"Jack. But my real name is John." Then the king took out his sword (as Sir Peter had told him he would), and rested it first on his left shoulder, then on his right.
"Rise, Squire John." Jack got up and turned around. When the ceremony was over, they slept in a lodge. The next morning they traveld back to the house. But it was a long way, and it takes at least three weeks. But halfway through the jurney they ran into a batle. Sir Peter talked to the general.
"It's though Callinieses again! They're trying to take over the contry." Jack took out his dagger. Sir Peter had joined in. Jack couldn't believe his eyes! There was Tim, with the Calinieses! Jack ran to him.
"Jack? Why'd you leave?"
"I'm sorry, Tim. But why are you with the Callinieses?"
"One adopted me. Now I'm a page." Sir Peter called for Jack. Jack ran to him. He was talking to the Calinies General.
"If you win, take over, if I win, leave. Come Jack. Let's go."
.....................
And that's it.
Except, I know there was more to it than that. Apparently it got lost. As I recall, Sir Peter and the enemy General agree to try to shoot apples off their respective little helpers' heads. I can't remember if one was Tim or not. I know that Sir Peter and Jack succeeded, of course, but I can't remember what happened to the other kid. I seem to recall Jack feeling some angst over the fate of the other kid, as they're both standing there waiting to be shot at. Maybe the bad guy misses altogether -- in fact, probably. And thus the conflict was resolved without any more bloodshed.
Wee!
Here:
Chapter One: Colecting and Hiring
Jack was an orphan. He lived with another boy named Timothy (though he was everything except timid). Tim was a theif. He stoll both food and money. But Jack had a job as an chimney sweep. He got ten cents a week. Until one day (Tim wasn't home), a carrage stopped at the ruin he lived at. It had sash round it and it was surly gold. It was drown by four white horses: beutifull lipezaners.
"Would you like to come with us, boy, and become a squire?" Said a gentleman in the carrage.
"Alrigh," he said, for he hadn't any parents to forbid him. What about Tim? Thought Jack. He'll understand. Besides, I already told him I was thinking about leaving. Jack hopped into the carrage and rode toward the castle.
In the castle their were about nineteen other boys, some wearing green or pink tunics, tights and jolly caps, others (like himself) brown torn tunics. Their were also many knights there. They were looking at the boys, one knight came and took a boy. Soon a knight came and took Jack.
"My name is Sir Peter. What is yours?"
"I'm Jack, well ur, now I guess I'm Squire Jack. But will you cal me Jack, um, Your Lord, I mean Master?"
"Alright, Jack. Call me whatever you like, though I perfur Sir Peter. Let's go to my house."
At Sir Peter's house they had a very big meal. Then the knight talked for a while.
"Training begins tomarro. But for now I must talk. We worshop of course the Lord and under him King Eric the third. As soon as you are trained we will begin our journey to London where you shall be baptiesed a squire. But one thing you must always remember (the bishop will repeat)
"Weather thou art page, squire, or knight may he remember to always clean your sword after killing, for it shall rust, help he that is needy, never kill a man who is begging and pleading for mercy and always be fair and just."
And then they went to sleep.
Chapter Two Training
Sir Peter woke Jack at six-thirty in the morning. He handed Jack a dagger. It was a steel little knife, with a small golden handle, and a blue sheith. Sir Peter also gave him a clean blue tunic, with a red belt.
"Now get dressed, we can soon begin," said Sir Peter. Jack hadn't noticed he was already dressed. He had on silver armor, with a deep blue tunic over. 'Round the wast there was a brown belt. In the belt was a bautifull sword about four feet long. Jack got dressed quickly and without hesetation. They went outside to the stable where two horses were standing. One was a tall brown horse and the other a black pony.
"Oh, is he mine?! The little one?" Jack exclaimed. Sir Peter laughed.
"Yes, he's yours." First Sir Peter taught Jack how to mount. Then how to hold the bridle and make it go and so on.
By the end of the day Jack had an achey back.
"You did well for your first day. But now we need some nice dinner. Then I will teach you to read."
"I'm starved!" And so it was. Jack turned out to already know the alphabet.
"Now you'll learn how to make use of it." Sir Peter had said. In a cupple of weeks, he'd learned. He'd also learned to ride, though he still practised every day. But one day Sir Peter said, "Now we'll stop for now with those two, out with the old and in with the new."
"Sir Peter, do you mean I'm not going to ride or read?" asked Jack.
"Just for now, because you also need to learn sword-play and archery." That day Jack lost most of the fights they had. But he wasn't to bad. Jack's exuse was that "I've got a dagger and you've got a sword." And in the evening, Sir Peter gave him a bow and arrow. They used a tree as a target. Then Sir Peter put an apple on Jack's head. What's he doing? He's trying to shoot the apple on my head! Thought Jack. He screamed. Sir Peter relised he was scared.
"It's alwrite! I know what I'm doing!" He sent the arrow sorring and it hit the apple perfectly!
Chapter Three In the Chapell
They packed and got on the horses. They were headed torward London. Jack went for some water. In the distance he thought he saw Tim, in a black tunic, then he was gone. He went back to Sir Peter. They reached the Chapell in three weeks. When they got there they changed into their best clouths. Jack walked down the isle, Sir Peter behind him. He kneeled in front of the alter.
"Weather thou art page, squire or knight, may thoust always remember to clean thy sword after killing, always help he that is needy, and never kill he whom is begging and pleading for his life," said the bishop. Then King Eric the third came toward Jack.
"What is they name?" he asked.
"Jack. But my real name is John." Then the king took out his sword (as Sir Peter had told him he would), and rested it first on his left shoulder, then on his right.
"Rise, Squire John." Jack got up and turned around. When the ceremony was over, they slept in a lodge. The next morning they traveld back to the house. But it was a long way, and it takes at least three weeks. But halfway through the jurney they ran into a batle. Sir Peter talked to the general.
"It's though Callinieses again! They're trying to take over the contry." Jack took out his dagger. Sir Peter had joined in. Jack couldn't believe his eyes! There was Tim, with the Calinieses! Jack ran to him.
"Jack? Why'd you leave?"
"I'm sorry, Tim. But why are you with the Callinieses?"
"One adopted me. Now I'm a page." Sir Peter called for Jack. Jack ran to him. He was talking to the Calinies General.
"If you win, take over, if I win, leave. Come Jack. Let's go."
.....................
And that's it.
Except, I know there was more to it than that. Apparently it got lost. As I recall, Sir Peter and the enemy General agree to try to shoot apples off their respective little helpers' heads. I can't remember if one was Tim or not. I know that Sir Peter and Jack succeeded, of course, but I can't remember what happened to the other kid. I seem to recall Jack feeling some angst over the fate of the other kid, as they're both standing there waiting to be shot at. Maybe the bad guy misses altogether -- in fact, probably. And thus the conflict was resolved without any more bloodshed.
Wee!
