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Kim Masson's avatar

Not sure what would've been more intimidating the sound of their armor or their smell🤔 Ewww!

Thomas E. Johnson's avatar

Becoming a knight was a lot like cleaning horse stables. The glamorous image of riding into battle in shining armor is like imagining a stable as a place of graceful horses and fresh hay—but in reality, the work was messy and uncomfortable. Squires, who dreamed of knighthood, were like stable hands, willingly shoveling muck and scrubbing stalls as they cleaned and maintained their masters’ armor. The smell, the grime, and the endless labor couldn’t drive them away, because their ambition gleamed brighter than any polished breastplate—just as a stable hand endures the filth for the love of the horses and the dream of the open ride.

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