Prompt - Self-Defense
“How’d yeh expect ta be High Steward of Moray if yeh cannae hold ah sword, laddie,” Findlaech of Moray chastised a young, fiery haired lad of no older than fifteen. The boy lifted the blunted weapon off the ground and resumed a defensive stance in front of his father.
“Sorry, Father,” the boy apologized, eyes cast down.
“Look up, I’m nae down on the ground yet, Macbeth.”
He raised his gaze up again and with a scowl and firm purse of his lips, the young boy, Macbeth, charged his father. Findlaech stepped back and to the side, letting his son charge past. To add further injury to the boy’s pride, he swatted him in the rear with the broadside of his sword, sending him stumbling forward.
“Yeh think this be a joustin’ match?”
“I’m no good at this, Father.”
“Course yeh aren’t,” Findlaech lowered his weapon and gave his son a reproachful look. “Yer just startin’. Now if yer done bein’ all-knowin’, hold yer blade like so.” He then instructed his son on his first lessons.
