"Explain to me again why I have to wear this chain armor thing under my clothes?"  But all the older woman would say was, "Wear it now and get used to it."   A couple of times, Theadric would wander or say something off cuff.  And a couple of times, if he wandered out of the tent, he would see the other knights.  They would look at him, but said nothing and gave no indication they even cared for his being there.<br/><br/>"The Lady wants you to be her companion, so you need to prepared for anything."  He had found the perfect place to wash up which he did; but now he looked at what he was given to wear.  His tights were very red.  He was glad she also insisted he wear a slightly tighter shirt that at least covered his modesty; no need to show the goods if it wasn't necessary.<br/><br/>And his hair; she combed it, Lord bless her, in a fashion other than wild.  On the way to the tournament, he realized a few things.  Squires are supposed to sleep by the bedside of their master; he is supposed to serve meals; he's even supposed to help the knight dress in armor.  [Well, this is what he was read when he was a child.]<br/><br/>Passing through the crowds by Menatra, he saw the same armor bearer that rejected him.  He smiled:  "See, I told you; you're training with the best!"  While he wondered on these things, he heard a low, guttural growl.  He stopped for a moment and turning, looking into the crowd ... he spotted a black wolf looking at him.  Did they just connect?  "Hurry!  I gotta get back to my duties" Menatra interrupted, and the black wolf was gone.