Текст книги "Eric (СИ)"

Автор книги: Марина Шпак

сообщить о нарушении

Текущая страница: 5 (всего у книги 21 страниц)

Time goes on and Eric's hand finally healed so much that he could not only return to his muscular training, but from time to time practice at the smithy. Master Gottfried reacted to the current situation with understanding and for three months the fee did not take. And why? After all, before the very injury, he received as many as ten denarii for a bag of streaks, which were made from waste. He's a cunning devil-he ate a good meal and did not seem to eat. But the baron was not offended at him, as he gave him feasible and timely help. But you do not think that he sour, although the wounded and knocked the guy out of the rut, but the mass of free time and our hero were completely incompatible. Therefore, in addition to useless wanderings and conversations, he closely dealt with hygiene issues in the dwelling that he was renting. Yes, and Morrigan, being not spoiled by the values of the modern world, to put it mildly, she was flustered. And this is very, very to put it mildly. About how the groin he could only guess. Alas, dear reader, even such seemingly completely simple task again rested on the development of industry and technology. Are you smiling and wondering at what kind of technology such a simple matter can be? But you yourself look – the 12th century, paper does not make a paper in Europe, imported from silk costs a lot of money, and you wipe the ass, what are you going to do? Yes, in the summer, yes in the forest you can solve this problem. And in a medieval city, where grass and trees are a rarity? It's not such a simple task. It helped in this delicate matter, strangely enough, the Arabs, from whom he ordered a damask. They used a not very traditional solution – a jug called apaftoy, with which they washed away after the act of defecation. Not very mobile, but quite tolerable. So there was a solution of problems, where own head, where advice, but always effectively. But there were not only technical difficulties. Morrigan turned out to be a very complex and completely non-technical task, in matters of hygiene introduction. She resisted to the last. He even had to snatch a saber when she, squeezed into a corner, tried to escape, and promise to cut it if she did not obey. At first she was horrified, and then fell to the floor and started to roar. But after he removed the saber, neatly hugged her and politely explained why all this is necessary, she forced herself to undress and climb into a large basin for it. Do you think this was an erotic scene? Yes, hell with two – it was a demonstration of a heavy and very fragrant work. As expected, the most terrible, in all respects, was the first wash. The poor woman was trembling like an aspen leaf, undressing herself in the room, alone with a man. Honestly, she very rarely undressed, even with the few ablutions she did, trying to stay in her underwear. But the guy had another problem – he hardly lost consciousness from the stunning aroma that came from her well, you understand. And when warm water got there, he, the poor girl, already had eyes tingled. In general, he washed it to creaky skin. And then, he forced me to lie down on the bed, and mercilessly amputated a massively grown store of stunning fragrances. In this case, he was helped in advance by a razor and a piece of soap. A poor woman has never even heard of such things in her life, and so, naturally, she thought that now there will be sex, but, alas, she did not guess. After such fragrances, Eric was not at all excited by the naked body of a very beautiful and harmoniously built woman. Impressions were too strong. When he had finished, he gave her fresh, clean clothes and took care of himself. Alas, she did not help him, because she turned red and turned away when she saw him naked. To her horror, this procedure took place every third day.

A steady result in personal hygiene was achieved only closer to winter, not without the resistance of the companion, who for a long time perceived all these washings as a form of harassment and was surprised that Eric did not go "to business. " But alas, she was wrong in her conclusions, since our hero was thinking solely about creating his own comfort zone and preventing infectious diseases. Plus, the consciousness of 30-year-old man helped not to fly off the coils at the sight of a beautiful, naked woman. So he held on, and she slowly began to perceive everything happening as normal and self-evident. Yes, and the attitude changed – she began to see in his companion is not an eccentric and anxious guy, but a fully mature man, and so her feelings toward him progressed from gratitude for saving lives, respect and respect. With food it was all much easier and without any misunderstandings. They cooked and ate at home, so food poisoning stopped torturing them.

Having completed the whole milestone in establishing his life in the new world, Eric moved on to a very important task – the search for tools, since the normal armor does not use those cliches that Gottfried uses. You will laugh, but he still used poor stone sledgehammers, as they could not do the normal ones from metal, and iron with iron forged will remind plastic clay forging plasticine. In short, having talked to one jeweler, the baron learned that the Solvati family in Venice holds a good jewelry store, where you can buy quite a decent jade, he got them as a payment for one transaction, but does not want to leave because it's rather expensive and precious . Immediately after realizing that he was benefiting twice from the deceased, he decided to write a letter to his family, where he described that their jewelry store had been recommended to him by Stefan and he wants to go there to order a number of forging tools from jade. In the same place he gave simple drawings with the sizes and the price that he would like to put for these products. With the price he acted slyly. Having learned from the aforementioned jeweler, the entire layout, he proposed a price that is a fifth of the cost of raw jade, but the volume of the order was very tempting. Having sent a letter to the Solvati family by courier, he had a week's talk with their commercial emissary, who brought the samples of the material with the aim of negotiating everything, signing a contract and getting a deposit. In the spring he already worked in the smithy with helmets only, he was interested in the technique of processing complex spatial details in the new conditions. By the summer, he began to obtain excellent set-up spatial structures, for example spangelhelms, which Gottfried very much praised, setting as an example Ulrich, still sitting on the broach wire and chain mail. In June came the jade tools, for which, in total, had to pay 7 marks of silver. A lot of money! Crazy money! But it was worth it, and Stefan's relatives threw him the price for the volume of the order. Now the business went much better and he began to get "pilots", one-piece from one piece of iron. In addition to direct forging, he began to experiment with thermal and chemical treatments. The fact is that the damask, which comes to him, is not very weakly susceptible to rust, but this must be fought.

So, in the worries and exercises passed the promised eight months with the hook, and in early June 1197, merchants already familiar to Eric arrived from Vienna with 30 kg of excellent bulat, which had to be exchanged for almost 3 kg of pure silver, that is 10 marks. The arrival of merchants in the most pleasant manner coincided with the departure of Ulrich to his homeland and Gottfried's important business trip to Venice, where he was to receive a very interesting order for a batch of equipment, after he was waiting for Rome and Naples, with the same questions. Far from it, of course, but the old customers were ordered in good lots and gave a solid deposit, so he was glad of such trips. As a result, on the blacksmith's farmstead for the next 2-3 months, in addition to the baron, there was only a smart but not very smart apprentice. Even the master's family, and she already lived in the countryside, with relatives, where she rested from the eternal noise of the smithy. Whatever you say, and almost the ideal combination of circumstances for the production of smart armor and the preservation of a maximum of secrecy around it. But it was just an illusion. Already on the third day of enthusiastic work in the smithy, events took place that postponed such a good cause for a couple of months. The fact is that through the city was a small military detachment of the domain of Philip II Augustus, who, using a favorable direction, carried out the protection of a group of Byzantine traders going to Vienna. Already in the city they had a conflict on the basis of payment, the Byzantines decided to halve the agreed amount, since the French were too much to apply to the wine that they were being brought for sale. Of course, the conflict broke out. Very quickly the guys switched to higher tones. It is not known who first snatched the weapon, but it so happened that a small slaughter occurred in the square near the St. Stephen's Cathedral. As you may have guessed – the French killed almost all the Byzantines, only the personal bodyguard of the commercial emissary could escape – Dregovich Ostrogneg. At this time, Eric just returned from a horse ride. The door to the house was open for ventilation. A wounded man jumped into it and collapsed on the threshold. Still that situation. The young baron immediately assessed the situation and decided to close the door, is not it enough. But, alas, the French saw where the pursued bodyguard had dived, and therefore they tried to break in once. The Baron did not like this arrogance at all. In his house, a wounded unarmed man was looking for shelter, and here some armed boars begin to break his door and water him with bad words. The door was still holding, so he quietly climbed to the second floor, loaded all three crossbows, peered out, evaluated the situation and set to bask in the sunshine of the three most frenzied knights. After that, loudly in Latin asked about burning need, disturbing the venerable gentlemen so much that they so unbecomingly disturb the master Baron. The conversation began. Eric immediately told the French – another blow on the door and he shoots again, the door is his, and he does not like their attitude to the property of a noble person. During the conversation a couple of times the French broke down, and so the discussion ended with five corpses in the Haubek. Our "Voroshilovsky shooter" very simply and clearly explained everything about customs, the right of asylum, noble honor, and indeed, he recalled the philanthropy and good-order rules. He mocked pretty gracefully, interwoven with religious motifs, familiar from the student days, with elements of black humor. Realizing that there is nothing to shine here, the gentlemen of the knights retired for a complaint to the Duke of Austria for the outrageous behavior of an eccentric teenager. Of course, they were able to take the lost fighters, only carefully folding their armor and weapons on the doorstep of the house – a fighting trophy, you can not argue. After watching how the French carried their dead companions, Eric went downstairs, took the hack inside, closed the door again and occupied himself with an unknown guest.

Morrigan was once again a very smart lady, and so when her companion was arguing with someone on the street, she was already dealing with a wounded stranger. He was completely unconscious, so the guys had to suffer with this elephant. 110 kg of live weight – this is not a pound of raisins for you. When this carcass walks itself, it's nothing, but when it needs to be carried on itself – it's absolutely terrible. With difficulty and affectionate words for an hour they were able to undress it, wash it, lay it on a couch and treat all wounds. In general, they had time on time, because, not allowing them to sit and take a breath, they knocked on the door. Eric looked out the second floor window – it was an old acquaintance – one of the duke's sergeants. We talked. Let's go to Friedrich. There he was already waiting for new friends who portrayed themselves as humility. Banberg listened to the young baron and decided to investigate the incident, participants of the city limits do not leave, and all the disputable property to be transferred to the Templars for storage. Behind each figurant, of course, was established surveillance, so that he did not run away. Here such an ill luck. Now the armor will not work, since the spy will certainly inform the duke, and he will show interest, he is a curious and savvy nature. I had to look for another occupation. So it was necessary to spend the second evening in meditations. Lucky for the third evening, and quite by accident – he lowered his gaze to the crossbow. See? He had long wanted to do this toy and bring it to mind, but did not reach his hands. So in the morning he went to the familiar merchant, who often visited the downstream Danube Bude, and ordered him a short but very powerful composite bow for the crossbow. At the same time he himself began to create a normal bed with a butt and tension and descent mechanisms. For the tensioning mechanism, one condition was set: he must be cocked, including riding a horse. A difficult task, since the onions ordered in Buda should have a tension force of about 180 kg. For this time – it turned out incredibly powerful shorty, because its total length of the wooden part did not exceed 50 cm. In general, Eric stopped on a system with a lowering mechanical gearbox of gears, which were driven by a lever. The lever was located on the underside of the bed, it was quite long, which increased the speed of the platoon, and after performing its function it was fixed along the bed. The trigger was made on the basis of a slightly modified traditional "apple" and turned out to be soft, with an effort of only 5 kg. Among other things, the bed was a single piece with a butt, which was made in the French rifle style, with a pistol grip. The platoon system was such that three turns of the lever brought the crossbow to the cocked state. During the platoon it was possible to rest against the hip and hold the handle made above the bolt channel, or in the old way to rest on the ground. Well, in the end, another nice detail – a trigger was added to the trigger mechanism, which fixed the bolt in the box and did not allow it to fall out, fixing it tight so that the crossbow could be shaken any way. So two months that the investigation was going on, he was absorbed in the manufacture of a fairly sophisticated design of propelling weapons. At the end of July, he was brought onions, for which he had to pay two brands, and he assembled the construction. It turned out quite compact and easy, since the weight of all the metal parts made of hardened bulat was only half a kilogram. The crossbow was cocked, of course, taut, but from a distance a hundred paces flew into the spangelhelm so that the bolt, breaking through the front part of the helmet, also crumpled the occipital. Yes, not just holed, and hitting in the frame, that is, in the thickest part, and this is up to 0. 5 cm of hardened steel. Slight accuracy suffered, as getting into the helmet came only from the tenth shot. This problem was solved by installing in the channel of the bolt the bronze guides. Accuracy, from this, however, has not greatly improved, so the next stage is the work with bolts. When he arrived, he stopped on the rigid plumage of a slightly distorted parabolic shape, and a slight narrowing of the diameter of the short pole of the bolt. This required the fixing of the lock and the guide channel of the bolt. Two months of lack of sleep and hard labor gave him a candy, able to put the bolts in the helmet at a distance of a hundred paces from the first or second shot, while if the bolt was not in the frame, it flew through, punching both walls. The maximum range of fire could not be determined because of the ban on leaving Vienna. The last four days Eric was bored and made himself bolts for a new crossbow. For this fascinating occupation, he found the old sergeant, who called him to Frederick. The local duke turned out to be quite an enterprising companion. Covering himself with the investigation, he, it turns out, learned the opportunity to get a lot of happiness in the event that something happens to his French friends. Finding out that he did not actually face any danger, he declared them thugs, that in broad daylight they killed Byzantine merchants and attacked the valiant Baron. What happened next, in general, obviously – the knights, stunned by the impudence of the ruler of Vienna, were hanged, not allowing to recover, and their property, together with the merchants' property, was decided to be divided. Of course, fraternally – the duke got almost everything. Specifically, our baron, who so successfully jostled in his own business, relied on all the personal property of the French, as well as the twentieth of the merchandise of all merchants. But even that was a lot. Two dozen Haubeks with a variety of skeleton helmets, as many copies and swords, swords from welded bands. In addition, twenty-ten-bucket barrels of excellent Cypriot wine of the brand "Commandaria", which in half a century are recognized as the best in Europe, and sixty cuts of fine woolen cloth, painted in bard, green and cornflower blue. The fabric cuts were a meter wide and twenty meters long. Eric even to place especially this wealth was nowhere. Therefore, he decided to share, playing for the future. Leaving for himself one barrel of wine, the rest distributed to churches and temples of the city, presented as a gift. The clergy were on the seventh heaven with happiness – to get so much excellent wine for free! He carried the canvas immediately to the Templars' courtyard and donated it, leaving only two 20-meter cuts of each color. Jean de Ree appreciated this gift, and completely free of charge. So literally the next day the courier of the order went to Cyprus with a report describing the genuinely friendly behavior of the venerable Eric von Lenzburg, as well as his noble deeds. In other words, our baron was enrolled in the Order's friends. Where, by the way, he was already invited, but he refused, referring to the weakness of spirit and deep interest in worldly affairs. However, the things that he received for a small battle at the "door of the house" turned out to be a trifle, compared to what the Duke Frederick I Banberg decided to present to him from himself. For the disinterested protection of the dispossessed, courage and skill in military matters, Baron Eric von Lenenburg was promoted to knights. In general, walked in honor of this case to glory. We had to pay for this joy, of course, to our newly-made knight, so that one more brand evaporated from his reserves. As for our friend Ostrohn, he was still in bed at the time of the verdict of the court, the French were already severely chopping him up, we can say with all his heart. But even in this state, having heard such pleasant news, he was absolutely delighted and literally brightened his face, filling with joy and pleasure, which only accelerated his recovery.

Finally, it all ended and you can again do blacksmithing. Perhaps you have smiles – armor, and bulat! After all, only weapons were made from him! Yes, it is really so, from bulat, basically, only weapons were made. But not because of the fact that it was impossible to make armor, but because of very great complexity in its, bulat, production and cost. And the skill of the forging business requires considerable, because from such material it is reasonable to forge only plate armor, and these are complex three-dimensional forms. As it is sad, but by the time of mastering such skills already appeared tolerable steel, which turned out to be much cheaper. And you thought that damask steel is a kind of steel? Too bad. In fact, damask is a mechanical mixture of high-carbon elements and low-carbon elements. In non-hardened form it can be not only forged, but cast! And these particles are fastened together by forge welding. Yes, and on the special properties of bulat can speak only after hardening. Excellent material, especially if there is no steel, and yet there are already references to it in Antiquity. So they lived – the units allowed themselves cool bulat blades, and the rest considered it a great happiness to get at least something iron. But I digress. Armor. It was decided to do in the early Gothic style, but by itself with modifications and modifications. We do not make a replica of an ancient craft, and while in antiquity, we create something new. Alas, even the available tools made it possible to do just a pretty rough craft in the spirit of late Gothic, and many elegant ribs of rigidity had to be forgotten. A very large throwing in the hero was in the matter of choosing a helmet. But, in the end, he decided not to spoil the strongly composite harmony of the silhouette and leave the sallet with bevor. The only thing – he did not do on the sallet "cancer neck", in order to facilitate it and make it more convenient. The balance of his shoulder pads, however, he broke, making his left shoulder somewhat more right. Sabatons decided not to do at all, replacing them with chain mail stockings. The groin area was covered with a short chain skirt. But the most difficult was the work on assembling elegant Gothic gloves, in the conditions of its technical equipment it was truly a jeweler's work. Case, however, moved very slowly, and then, a month after its beginning, our old acquaintance, Master Gottfried returned with his very ample orders. Eric had to help him from morning till night and only after that to work in the evenings for only two hours a day. So it was finished only by the middle of winter. He had to spend a full six months of his life, but he did it! The ready armor was assembled and tested for its functioning – landing on the body, fitting. After that, it had to be dismantled, slightly modified, polished and prepared for thermochemical treatment – quenching and blasting. The Baron decided to combine these two processes and to temper the mixture of flax and olive oil. In general, it is said – done. A noble armor came out! All armor armor! The forms are slender, even elegant, the surface is smooth, black. And it sits perfectly, and it's easy to move in it. The total weight of this toy turned out to be within twenty kilograms. Quite a bit, but considering that it is distributed throughout the body and almost does not constrain movements, it's just wonderful. Eric almost jumped with delight, that he did it. And most importantly – even Gottfried did not understand where everything had come from, and most importantly, only, with a puzzled expression, he was spinning around his craft in the very finale. It remained to work for small. As a weapon, he wanted a late blade – the sword of Dalmatian Slavs of the Renaissance times – the devil. Well, what, "toothpick" with a double-edged blade, about 4 cm wide and about a meter long. Garda basket. The shape of the blade is suitable for both chopping and piercing strokes; and on horseback come down, and on foot. Very sensible thing, over which he worked the next six months.

To complete the work on the armor more or less recovered Ostron. Whether a joke – he had four severe wounds and a lot of small, like broken bones. It hurt him and was sad, because he felt responsible for the death of the Byzantine. He did not see it in time for the intention of the bad francs. He did not pull out one who trusted in life. One joy was – they revenged those pests, but she quickly walked away and the darkness again enveloped him. The soul suffered and turned inside out from pursuing evil fate. Around him were all the people who trusted him with their lives. To look people in the eyes hurt, feeling themselves damned. Here and today, Eric returned from a horse walk, and the guest warmed by his eyes and faces gloomy.

"What's with you, Ost -neg? " – Eric has not (yet) talked with the guest in his native language, holding his knowledge as a trump card, and so they talked in Latin, which he knew at a tolerable level.

"I'm fine, sir, I can soon run like a colt. "

– And then what is gloomy? What makes you sad?

" You do not need to know, it's my pain, my heart. "And you will not help her.

"You can cure all the pain. "Say that as a girl you press.

And he told about the fate of his happy, how he found happiness and lost it time after time, and not simply, but through death lost. At first his Polovtsy killed his parents, and they hid her sister in prison. He followed her, tried to beat it off. While fighting back – his wife found himself there, polovchanka young. The three of them returned home, and even there – not destiny. How to transfer the steel through the Don, then the pursuit of them overtook, shoot began. Sister in the back hit, and perished in the water wounded. But my wife left. Burned, but moved away – they began to build a life. She bore him a child. And as with a big belly already walking, the horses died at the head. He raised the people to her. Came like kindly, on a visit, for what business. And how six people entered the house, then they squeezed him and dragged his wife into the street. I tried to wrestle myself, but I was firmly held, almost strangled. And how they let go, but went out onto the street and fell to his knees. They, Herods, his wife, on being knocked down, were hanged right in the courtyard on an apple tree. Then he completely and bristled with grief. All night long I went to visit. They did not lock the huts, so he would quietly go in with the ax, close the door behind him, and let the people cut it. Closer to the morning, he killed the whole village. There was no one left. He did not regret anyone, even children of crumbs. And the heaviness does not go away. At dawn, he buried his beloved, under that very apple tree, and went wherever his eyes looked. I was starving. It was hard. How he got to the capital city of Constantinople, he does not remember, but he was received there by a kind man in his service – to roll the bags on bargaining. A year later, seeing that the man he was right, transferred to the guard, and moved on. He taught it to the military business, trusted armor with weapons. Getting to him Ostroneg love sons, because he was alone in the world, no one to go. Yes again, I did not save – the Franks cut that man down, and he himself – he's still alive. It's hard for him. He loves everyone, everyone dies. No one survives, who will entrust his life to him. Said Dregovich, heaved a sigh and again drooped his head.

" You know, a strong friend, there is nothing to breed here. "Life does not hurt only those who are already dead. You say that everyone is dying, who will entrust your life to you? So it is fixable. Trust your life to someone, rock you and go around. I slowly collect the squad, but I do not want any people to take them. I like strong, loyal people. That faithfulness is kept to their word, both in life and in death. But my condition is – any of my orders, that the order of God. Life is lost, but fulfilled. For this and I will not forget you and do not hurt. But you will not obey, you will become arcan, you will be proud – I myself will prirezhu. You saw, I'm not throwing words into the wind. Well, how do you – will you come to me?

Ostroneg slowly raised his head and looked with his own, sky-blue, cold in the eyes in green, burning with indomitable, boiling energy Eric's eyes. They watched for a long time. Silently. Their faces were calm, and their posture was relaxed and graceful. Ten minutes passed. Dryagovich stood up without looking away, put his hand on his shoulder and said.

EricMy life and destiny are now in your hands. I swear to you in faithfulness, that in life, that in death. I swear before the face of my ancestors, before the ears of the glorious Dazhbog.

After that, he took a step back and bowed to the belt. And our hero got the second man in the team. And the next day on the fit of one of the French Haubeks, that they were never put up for sale. There was enough money, but useful things could come in handy.

Here comes the end of the second year, that the Baron lived in the glorious city of Vienna. A lot of things happened to him – good and bad. But he fulfilled the main task, so now he is prancing in brand new armor, leaving for a horse ride. Although he was not famous for his special kindness and affection, he was respected in the city. Ask for what? For the fortitude of the spirit, the sobriety of the mind and determination. Not everyone can fight off an assault by a band of robbers, and even fewer people can beat off a wounded man from a crowd of furious knights. Blood and death. He was in them by the elbow, but time was like that, and a person who can not kill in battle, was considered insignificant. And what about Christian virtues, you ask? Indeed, the role of our hero was associated with the glorious institution of chivalry. I will be forced to disappoint you, alas, noble knights had a place to be only in courtly novels, as well as later apocryphal dreams. Well, of course, in obituaries, because how, in his time, someone joked while reading the obituary, you can in all the details find out who the man was not. Are you upset? The image of the beautiful Ivanhoe was a beautiful fairy tale? Yes, yes, gentlemen, alas, this world is very cynical and rather dirty, and therefore we believe in fairy tales, in order to nurture a withering dream in one's soul. The times of Richard the Lionheart are very close to the times described in this book, so the institution of chivalry was about the same stage of its existence. What was he like? The key was that the knights were an internationally closed corporation, not subject to ordinary court, only their lord could judge them, and, with rare exceptions, it was so. An ordinary person in these times could no longer be elevated to knightly dignity except as having the right to be born. That is, his father should already be a knight, and this status could only have nobles. The descendants of the Vikings and the Normans, who plundered Europe for centuries, absorbed such habits of behavior and preserved them, even enveloped in a kind of aura of virtuous images. Their ancestors rushed into battle with shouts of "One! " on the lips, and the descendants, who did not escape the influence of Christianity, dedicated the blood that had flowed by the river to the Christian saints. Life practically did not lead, as to be engaged in something productive was considered unworthy of a noble knight. Therefore, all the free time they drank, walked, fought anyway with anyone, participated in tournaments, collected a tribute for the "protection" of the villages and plundered the same settlements, but already neighboring, when the money became very bad. The only noble cause was considered to be martial art – so they lived. By the way I want to note that human life was worth something only for someone who could not take it away, and therefore had to hire someone from outside. Agree – this completely does not coincide with those images of the noble defenders, which we paint in films and romantic books. Do you think it's fiction? And remember the wonderful right of the first wedding night, when all the girls, when they were getting married, were to spend the first night in the nobleman's bed. What, also does not fit with the image of the beautiful Ivanhoe? Just imagine – already a middle-aged wife is sitting in his turret, and our maturing noble knight is entertaining in his room with young peasants. And it is absolutely legal. Gryaznenko? Against? What is there to do? That is life. Although if you pack all this in armor and polish, you will get a noble knight in glittering armor, who elegantly will pass along the pavement and leave in the windows of houses a lot of beautiful ladies with oily eyes sighing about such a fascinating image. But we were dreaming. So, in the courtyard June of 1198, Vienna, our noble knight goes escorted by Ostronega to the market to ask for price and buy him a good horse.