Day 2: Squire in Training

Today was an eventful day, I spent most of my day traveling alongside my father, Sir Knightlyhood. I feel as if I've already learned a lot about life on this journey, compared to what I would have learned by completing random tasks around the castle. I am truly glad I took advantage of the opportunity Sir Knightlyhood had presented to me, when he had been talking about a journey to Canterbury.

Upon midday I noticed the Yeoman was practicing his bow and arrow skills. I happened to glance up from under the tree, where I had been studying chivalry. Sir Knightlyhood had decided that I too could use training with the bow, because my aim often times is inaccurate. Because good aim is necessary for a knight to have, he encouraged me to continue to practice. When Sir Knightlyhood had called me over and asked me if I would like a chance to show off my skills, I was very thrilled concerning the opportunity that had been presented to me. I took him up on that offer of course. Immediately after I shot the arrow, I felt a sharp pain racing through my right leg. I looked down, only to catch sight of a very long arrow penetrating into my leg! I had analyzed what had happen, only to realize that I had just shot myself in the leg with an arrow. Sir Knightlyhood raced to search for the Doctor, who had also been traveling on the pilgrimage. He eventually found the doctor; however, he was already sleeping in preperation for the rest of the days travels. I carefully removed the arrow by applying pressure to the penetration sight. After pressure was applied, I grasped the arrow tightly and gave a little tug on the arrow. The arrow did not budge. I then decided that I had to get the arrow out of me soon. I bit my tongue as hard as I could, and slowly began to withdrawl the arrow from my leg.

Advice for the day: Practice, Practice, Practice