In the Crusader Camp.
Derum was holding his shield, applying paint onto it, while the attendants were leading a group of young colts that had yet to adapt to bits and saddles, training their riding skills in the open ground.
Their masters rarely bothered with such trivial matters.
"Smart lad, not handing your shield to those stupid military servants for handling is wise indeed, their craftsmanship is awful — a shield is the facade of a knight, always to be carried wherever they go."
A tall and robust knight, wearing a thin linen shirt, smiled as he handed over a wine cup.
"Thank you, Eupert."
Derum smiled and took the wine cup, downing the beer inside in one go.
In the heavy cavalry battalion, there are dedicated military servants, even if there are no attendants or those without a knight's title among the cavalry, they can still receive the necessary care, but as Eupert said, their craftsmanship is quite mediocre.
