On the wrong foot

-You haven't learned to ride a horse yet, Gran?

-Yes I have, Sir Arthur, but I can't fight yet on one of them.

Sir Arthur got off the huge horse, handed the reins to his squire who was a big, pot-bellied boy he didn't know.

-You should learn to do it, you've had time.

-I suppose I have.

For some reason I felt as if a teacher was reprimanding me.

-Willfest's daughter is going to be a squire?

-Yes, it's not obvious.

-I don't think the public will like it, but it's not my business, but it'll get you a bad name, Gran, it's just a tip....

-As he said, it's none of your business, and the name's not my business... no offence intended, I'll say that.

Arthur laughed a little.

-I like you, it'll be a shame to kill you.