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27 May; Shoes and Saddles
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27 May; Shoes and Saddles
Corporal Tunney was upset.
He had been up before the bugler, as usual, in order to have a precious extra few minutes to see to his horse. It was at that time he discovered that the mare had thrown one shoe and was close to losing a second. How had he missed this last night? That it had been dark and he had been tired did not matter - he should have caught the poor state of his mount's feet then.
Instead, he was obliged to lead the mare to the farrier's tent, where hopefully the loose shoe could be either removed or tacked back into place. Tunney could not ride until then, and the troop would be moving out soon.
"Sir," the corporal called out in his rasping voice. "Need some help with shoes, sir."
He had been up before the bugler, as usual, in order to have a precious extra few minutes to see to his horse. It was at that time he discovered that the mare had thrown one shoe and was close to losing a second. How had he missed this last night? That it had been dark and he had been tired did not matter - he should have caught the poor state of his mount's feet then.
Instead, he was obliged to lead the mare to the farrier's tent, where hopefully the loose shoe could be either removed or tacked back into place. Tunney could not ride until then, and the troop would be moving out soon.
"Sir," the corporal called out in his rasping voice. "Need some help with shoes, sir."
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Re: 27 May; Shoes and Saddles
had slept easily most of the night still having trouble sleeping after the last run in with the french but slept non the less he woke up as he heard the first movement in the camp from the corporal who seemed to have trouble with his horse.
William sat up and looks around rubbing his eyes then he stretched and got on his feets looking around noticing the corporal walking to the farrier's tent he thinks for a moment if the farrier is even awake before he looks to the sky then took out his watch which had bin tugged under his coat and looked at the time with a yawn and tugged the watch away again.
He picked up his stuff and took on his belt and walked to around the middle of the camp and readied his trumpet and starts playing 'reveille' doing his best to wake up the camp
William sat up and looks around rubbing his eyes then he stretched and got on his feets looking around noticing the corporal walking to the farrier's tent he thinks for a moment if the farrier is even awake before he looks to the sky then took out his watch which had bin tugged under his coat and looked at the time with a yawn and tugged the watch away again.
He picked up his stuff and took on his belt and walked to around the middle of the camp and readied his trumpet and starts playing 'reveille' doing his best to wake up the camp
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Re: 27 May; Shoes and Saddles
Matthew rolled over in his blankets, eyes flickering open to stare blearily at the dim outlines of the inside of his tent. That blasted bugler hadn’t called Reveille, yet, had he? Someone was waking him up before time. Damn it. What did the fellow need again? Shoes? If he had to wake someone up at a hideous hour, couldn’t he wake one of the other farriers? Thinking uncharitable thoughts, he pushed himself to a sitting position and yawned widely.
A warm, wet tongue licked his hand, and he grinned and scratched behind Lavvie’s ears, then rose out of his blankets. "Stay," he warned her; he didn't want her to get kicked about by the horse if she decided to run around. Tucking his shirt into his breeches, he ducked out of the tent. It was one of the hussars, of course – he did not remember the name. “Corporal?” he hazarded. The man was leading his mare behind him. That was when the notes of Reveille sounded out cheerfully from somewhere in the encampment. Matthew blew out his breath with a snort. Bloody, bloody bugle. He’d learned to really hate that thing. Maybe he could find some way to plug his ears and sleep through it?
If Matthew had had anything particular to do that morning, he’d have sent the corporal packing along to one of the other farriers in the regiment. Any of them could do the job as well as Matthew could. But he didn’t have any reason not to do it himself, so he nodded at the man. “Threw a shoe, did she?” She was standing well-balanced, at least. Stepping up to the mare carefully from the front, he ran his hand down her left shoulder and her leg, squeezing just a little and clicking to her. She lifted her foot on cue.
She didn’t seem to have any obvious damage - no cracks or swelling, and her feet were well-cleaned already, but Matthew passed his fingers over her hoof anyway, touching and prodding to check for any sensitivity in the sole. He guided the hoof back down to the ground again, and repeated the process for each hoof in turn. She’d lost one shoe, and one of the others was about to come out – but her feet were in good condition.
“She looks sound,” Matthew said approvingly. “Shall we be along to the forge?”
A warm, wet tongue licked his hand, and he grinned and scratched behind Lavvie’s ears, then rose out of his blankets. "Stay," he warned her; he didn't want her to get kicked about by the horse if she decided to run around. Tucking his shirt into his breeches, he ducked out of the tent. It was one of the hussars, of course – he did not remember the name. “Corporal?” he hazarded. The man was leading his mare behind him. That was when the notes of Reveille sounded out cheerfully from somewhere in the encampment. Matthew blew out his breath with a snort. Bloody, bloody bugle. He’d learned to really hate that thing. Maybe he could find some way to plug his ears and sleep through it?
If Matthew had had anything particular to do that morning, he’d have sent the corporal packing along to one of the other farriers in the regiment. Any of them could do the job as well as Matthew could. But he didn’t have any reason not to do it himself, so he nodded at the man. “Threw a shoe, did she?” She was standing well-balanced, at least. Stepping up to the mare carefully from the front, he ran his hand down her left shoulder and her leg, squeezing just a little and clicking to her. She lifted her foot on cue.
She didn’t seem to have any obvious damage - no cracks or swelling, and her feet were well-cleaned already, but Matthew passed his fingers over her hoof anyway, touching and prodding to check for any sensitivity in the sole. He guided the hoof back down to the ground again, and repeated the process for each hoof in turn. She’d lost one shoe, and one of the others was about to come out – but her feet were in good condition.
“She looks sound,” Matthew said approvingly. “Shall we be along to the forge?”
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Tunney gave no sign of any feeling as the old familiar notes of Reveille rang out over the slumbering camp. In his view, any man who needed to be roused by the bugle was lazy.
"The one, aye, sir," the corporal answered and waited patiently while the farrier carried on with his inspection. To the forge, he said presently. Very well. "Aye, sir."
A light tug on the halter encouraged the mare to movement and she plodded placidly along after Tunney, who was in his turn following the farrier. "Dunno how she came to lose it, neither," the hussar remarked offhandedly. "Shoulda saw it last night."
"The one, aye, sir," the corporal answered and waited patiently while the farrier carried on with his inspection. To the forge, he said presently. Very well. "Aye, sir."
A light tug on the halter encouraged the mare to movement and she plodded placidly along after Tunney, who was in his turn following the farrier. "Dunno how she came to lose it, neither," the hussar remarked offhandedly. "Shoulda saw it last night."
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Re: 27 May; Shoes and Saddles
"Yes, you should have," Matthew agreed. He wasn't sure how Tunney could have missed it; he ought to have checked it twice a day. It did appear that the man took good care of his horse, though. The mare was well-groomed, her feet clean and even. "But no real harm done," he added, while they walked towards the forge.
He eyed the mare's gait and movement as they went on. "How does she go after a day's riding, corporal?" he inquired.
He eyed the mare's gait and movement as they went on. "How does she go after a day's riding, corporal?" he inquired.
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"There's a relief," Tunney muttered, mostly to himself. He would never directly admit it, but he was quite fond of the mare. "She goes steady 'nuff, sir. Tired's the rest of us, sure, but she bears it better."
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Re: 27 May; Shoes and Saddles
Matthew nodded, with a slight smile at the tone in the man's voice; he wasn't sure he was supposed to have heard that aside, but it was unmistakeable. "What's your name, Corporal? And who gave her the last set of shoes?" Maybe he ought to have recognised the man...but there were so many in the regiment, and he had no idea how to keep them all straight. It was easier to recognise the horses. He knew this one, for instance - her name was Siân.
Her feet looked like they had been trimmed not too long ago; it had been expertly done - he could not have quarrelled with that - but she should not have lost a shoe this soon after having been shod. Her hooves were not thin-walled or brittle; there was nothing at all wrong with them. There was only one explanation, that her shoes had not been well-fitted. Matthew wanted to know which of the farriers had done that.
Her feet looked like they had been trimmed not too long ago; it had been expertly done - he could not have quarrelled with that - but she should not have lost a shoe this soon after having been shod. Her hooves were not thin-walled or brittle; there was nothing at all wrong with them. There was only one explanation, that her shoes had not been well-fitted. Matthew wanted to know which of the farriers had done that.
Re: 27 May; Shoes and Saddles
as he had finished playing the revielle and heard the grumbling of the hussars he smiled at himself satisfied with a job well done sometimes the best were to be able to annoy the entire company and get away with it. he walked back to where he had slept and picked up his stuff walking over tending to his horse.
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Re: 27 May; Shoes and Saddles
"Tunney, sir," the corporal supplied. "I think it was... Sergeant Gerrans."
The half-wit hadn't a very good job of it, either, apparently. It had not been that long ago, dammit all.
The half-wit hadn't a very good job of it, either, apparently. It had not been that long ago, dammit all.
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Re: 27 May; Shoes and Saddles
"Sergeant Gerrans," Matthew repeated to himself. He knew the man, of course - while he didn't have everyone in the regiment figured out, he did know all of the farriers, and most of the officers, and a few of the troopers here and there. He'd probably remember Tunney now. Gerrans wasn't a bad man - not if Matthew had judged him correctly; he wasn't completely careless, either, or he'd not have done such a neat job of trimming.
But the fact remained that Gerrans hadn't fit the shoe properly. Matthew would have to have a word with him - and he'd have to look carefully at all of her shoes, even the ones that were still secure. "Gerrans usually does a good fit...?" he asked. He might not have thought Gerrans was a bad sort, but a lazy farrier, not wanting to properly shape the shoe, might have made such a mistake as this - or it could have been just an accident. Even a skilled farrier could slip up. Though...Gerrans had erred at least twice on this horse.
He scowled a little as they walked past Ravenwood. Matthew really did not care for all that tira-lira-li nonsense. But the scowl lifted slightly as he saw the bugler currying his horse, dutifully. He nodded slightly at Ravenwood.
But the fact remained that Gerrans hadn't fit the shoe properly. Matthew would have to have a word with him - and he'd have to look carefully at all of her shoes, even the ones that were still secure. "Gerrans usually does a good fit...?" he asked. He might not have thought Gerrans was a bad sort, but a lazy farrier, not wanting to properly shape the shoe, might have made such a mistake as this - or it could have been just an accident. Even a skilled farrier could slip up. Though...Gerrans had erred at least twice on this horse.
He scowled a little as they walked past Ravenwood. Matthew really did not care for all that tira-lira-li nonsense. But the scowl lifted slightly as he saw the bugler currying his horse, dutifully. He nodded slightly at Ravenwood.
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Re: 27 May; Shoes and Saddles
always remembered the main rule back from the short training he had, 'always take care of your horse' and he also had time to make sure the horse were well and had gotten its fodder and so on between his dutys as the bugler and the men to be awake, he noticed matthew nod he returned the nod and said "mornin' sir"
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Re: 27 May; Shoes and Saddles
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"He does, sir," Tunney replied. "Usually right steady in his workin'."
Usually. Gerrans had come up short with this one. Stupid bugger. Tunney rubbed his mare's shoulder affectionately but dared not speak to her, as he tended to do, for fear of being thought cracked.
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"He does, sir," Tunney replied. "Usually right steady in his workin'."
Usually. Gerrans had come up short with this one. Stupid bugger. Tunney rubbed his mare's shoulder affectionately but dared not speak to her, as he tended to do, for fear of being thought cracked.
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Re: 27 May; Shoes and Saddles
Securing the mare to the cross-ties in front of the forge Matthew nodded to Tunney, indicating the man could stay where he was. She'd stay calmer and more relaxed with him there at her shoulder. Matthew clucked at her to pick up her hoof again, this time her right front. "Up you come, come on, give it here, ducks," he said to the mare in an easy, calming tone. "May as well see to the lot," he remarked, this time to Tunney. After all, one shoe had come off, and her right hind was about to. None of them were really a good fit, and he didn't care to see her go lame later on.
With the pincers from the blacksmith's shoeing equipment, he set about removing the old shoe. "How about it, Siân?" he added to the horse, as if she might actually answer him. Plenty of others probably thought Matthew was cracked. He just didn't care if they did.
With the pincers from the blacksmith's shoeing equipment, he set about removing the old shoe. "How about it, Siân?" he added to the horse, as if she might actually answer him. Plenty of others probably thought Matthew was cracked. He just didn't care if they did.
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