I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd

Episode 74. ready (3)

stirrup.

It would take hundreds of years before the world’s first stirrups were invented. In Europe, it appears only in the early Middle Ages.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… This guy is much bigger than the other horses, so it’s quite tricky to ride.”

“Looks like it.”

Even now, Anchises is riding on a bumpy horseback without even a saddle.

All he had was a rein, but without that, he would have been like a barbarian running while holding on to his horse’s mane.

“For now, let’s look down.”

“hmm? I see.”

While Anchises struggled with the support of the attendants, I took out the prepared items.

“What else is that? It looks like a seat.”

“you’re right. It’s for sitting. It is called a saddle.”

As I approach the horse, it is revealed that the horse’s back muscles are tense.

“Because I have to stick with the horse. Can Anchises reassure you for a moment?”

“hmm? nice wait.”

Anchises patted the horse’s nose moderately and muttered.

“Don’t you feel good when a handsome and pretty person strokes you? huh? Be quiet for a little while…”

…Something is unpleasant.

Anyway, I carefully put the saddle on the horseback. The horse snorted as if it were uncomfortable for a moment, but it became quiet when Anchises patted the nape of the neck.

After that, stuff the belly band under the horse’s belly… and tighten it.

done.

“Now get on top of this.”

“Is it safe?”

“I entrusted it to the most expensive tailors in the capital. It fits snugly around the horse’s waist, so it’s much safer than before and will be comfortable.”

“Is it okay to believe it?”

“sure. I swear by Hephaestus.”

“If so…”

“As I said before, these footrests are called ‘stirrups,’ and it will be more comfortable if you step on them and get on the horse.”

Anchises puts his uninjured right foot on the stirrup, half-assuredly, and lifts himself up holding the handle of the stirrup.

“First of all, it’s nice to be able to mount a horse without the help of an attendant.”

Anchises, who left a commentary, settles down in the saddle, grabs the reins, and taps the horse’s thigh lightly.

“ha!”

And, run

… Impressive.

The horse of our time is about the size of a donkey of our time.

It’s enough for a child to ride, and of course, it’s less powerful, so people usually carry luggage on their backs or ride a wagon pulled by several horses rather than riding it themselves.

But Anchises said otherwise.

It was about a head taller than any other horse I knew. The bones were thick, and the muscles wriggling hard.

Above all, in this era when all mankind must experience the life of compulsory trekking, Anchises was the only person I knew who had mastered horsemanship.

He must be the best and worst knight in Troy. Because the knight is the only one.

As if they had the same impression as me, the nearby attendants were admiring the sight of Anchises running through the field and cheering.

“It’s like a god.”

“That’s why Aphrodite must have given him a son…”

Such a murmur lingers in my ears. The usual eccentric Anchises went somewhere and there was only a strong middle-aged man riding a horse, so it was a very different feeling.

Anchises, who has been running happily for a long time, slowly pulls the horse’s reins to slow it down as if he has gradually calmed down. My servants and I followed Anchises to the point where he stopped.

“Awesome! It puts a lot less strain on your legs, no, your whole body!”

“Not only that. Perhaps if you keep getting used to riding a horse with stirrups and a saddle like that, later on you will be able to wield a sword or even shoot an arrow while supporting yourself on the horse with the strength of your legs.”

“That is… amazing. Fighting enemies while riding on a horse?”

“Above their heads, crushing them with their horseshoes.”

Anchises’ eyes lit up as if he was imagining the scene I was talking about in his head.

“That is so cool! Even savages in the north who can ride horses would have a hard time daring to do such a thing!”

Probably. They probably don’t even have saddles now.

“Thank you very much. Thanks to you, I can ride a horse very nicely.”

Anchises laughed happily. Now is probably your chance to ask.

That request I had been waiting for ever since I remembered ‘stirrups’.

“Anchises.”

“Why, Paris?”

“Could Anchises teach me and others about horsemanship?”

“···hmm.”

Anchises’ expression suddenly changes to calm.

“Paris? Although it may have looked very dramatic for me to ride a horse, in fact, there are very few horses in the world that can be so big and can be ridden for so long.”

“I know.”

“Of course it is. If I were to say tall, it would be about the height of your navel or chest, and you get tired easily, so most of them pull a wheelbarrow. Find another way…”

I whispered in Anchises’ ear as he got off his horse.

“I know that this horse is the result of receiving a seed from a Trojan god horse.”

pop.

Suddenly the sounds around me stop.

When I quietly fell away from Anchises’ ear, I saw Anchises’ face… with an expression I had never seen before.

The attendants who followed were also speechless as if they were shocked.

“Oh, uh, uh? what? No, ha ha ha ha, you heard a strange rumor somewhere. that is···”

“Six in total, right?”

drop again

Anchises’ face hardened.

“It just went well. If only one of the six is allowed, I am confident that I will learn very hard.”

“…”

“Anchises?”

“… Set aside time for one day in four, three days.

After three days… come out here, let’s start from there.”

I did it.

***

My biological father is Priam.

Priam’s father is Laomedon.

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Laomedon’s father is Ilos, the builder of Troy.

Ilos’s father is Tross.

…The third son of Tross was Ganymede.

Ganymede, who was the most beautiful boy in the world like me, was kidnapped by Zeus and got the job of serving wine for the gods and lived an eternal life. no, i live

I also briefly encountered Ganymede when I went up to Olympus.

In any case, Tross, whose son was kidnapped out of nowhere because of Zeus’s desires and for such and such a purpose, was greatly embarrassed. And as a reward, Zeus gave Tros a sacred horse of immortality.

This is the horse that Laomedon later tricked Hercules into giving as a reward. In a way, it can be said that the country was ruined because of that one horse.

Anyway, Laomedon ordered his nephew Anchises to take care of the immortal horse…

“As expected, lineage is lineage, so it’s really great.”

“Touch it like that and get on board.”

“All right.”

. . . Anchises secretly snatched the seed.

By mating with his own mare.

Two of the six born in this way must have already been given to Aeneas as a gift by Anchises.

One is already ridden by Anchises.

“Here, hold the reins.”

“Thank you, Anchises.”

Again one of them was mine.

Then there are only two left…

“Hector brother? You should also say thank you.”

“These are great horses I’ve never seen before! I wonder if there is any better horse in the world than this, except for the Shinma that my father owns. thank you.”

“Ah… no.”

Of course, you should give it to Troia’s greatest hero.

You’ll need at least two to pull the wagon.

Hector and Aeneas riding the descendants of the gods.

Wouldn’t this be roughly balanced with Achilles, who was given two horses as a gift by Poseidon?

Anyway, Hector seems to prefer certainty to experimentation, and is practicing riding the carriage by putting a bridle on two newly acquired horses. It’s a pity, but I’ll have to convince him to learn horsemanship later.

“Paris.”

“Yes, I will follow you.”

After all, if there is only one teacher in Troy who will teach horsemanship, if that one person is Anchises, who is busy taking care of state affairs with Priam, it will be difficult to train cavalrymen within a few years.

Two or three to do?

But if one of Troy’s main generals learns horsemanship… that’s not bad by itself.

It may not be very useful strategically, but it can bring about a huge tactical effect on the battlefield of this era where the capacity of each hero is important.

To the extent that it can turn the outcome of a battle.

“Oh, right. Paris?

“Why is that, Anchises?”

“It can be difficult for me to teach properly. After learning how to use this saddle, the way to balance is different from before.

But since horse riding is based on balance, I can say I am a beginner.”

“Uh…yes?”

“So you know how to learn. Now that I’ve tried it, I think I’ll have to keep my body upright… Pull the reins when you slow down or stop.

When departing, shout a command or lightly kick the stomach with your heel. like this.”

“Now, wait a minute…”

Anchises puts out his foot and kicks my horse in the stomach. Then the horse snorts and starts galloping.

“Uh, uh, uhhhhh!!!!”

“Good work, Paris! Balance your body!

…Oops. Doesn’t it hurt too much to fall? yes?”

…Somehow, Anchises took it easy.

***

I rolled down about 5 times, almost fell off 8 times, but lived… I fell off 1 time, but as a result of being dragged on the floor for a long time with my feet caught in stirrups, I can now not easily fall off the horse.

“This, this, but the words are more arbitrary than I thought?”

“hmm? At what point?”

“As you said, even if I give you a signal, there are many times when I just run amok.”

“That is how it is. It’s not because you’re new to me, I sometimes fall into similar situations. In that case, I have no choice but to let the words do what they want and wait.”

···hmm?

“To let the horse do what it wants and to wait? How often does that happen?”

“If you ride and enjoy it for half a day, that’s about a fifth of it.”

“…”

Again this is difficult.

What if I ran across the battlefield all day on horseback, and the horse was out of my control for about two or three hours of that time?

Especially in the battlefield, there are a lot of stress factors such as noise and cutlery for timid horses.

I’m not sure what would happen to a horse that wasn’t properly trained. if it goes like this···

Wait, an untrained horse?

“Anchises? How did you tame this horse?”

“I know you have driven it, but these guys are very clever. . . . Lineage is lineage, keuheum.

Anyway, even the savages who taught me to ride a horse said that if you look around and give them various signals, you can communicate with each other, but that was the feeling.”

“Are you saying you didn’t do any special training?”

“hmm? what training?”

There is no concept of training a horse.

In fact, it may be natural. Domestication of horses has a long history, but the history of riding on them is shorter, and now they don’t even have a saddle properly.

At best, the nomads in the north were just developing horsemanship.

If that’s the case, it can’t be helped that there is no concept of training with warhorses.

but.

“Have you ever rode a horse to the battlefield?”

“hahahaha, what am I going to risk my life for? Although I ride a horse all the way to my destination, I have never been on a horse in the middle of a battlefield.”

As long as my purpose is to prepare for war, I need another method.

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Let’s think. About the present day, when I have barely begun to control my horse without a saddle, with only a bridle and reins attached.

The future 3,000 years from now and today are completely different from the overall conditions.

Because of the small size of horses, it was difficult to carry people alone for a long time, and in the end, horses were a strategic resource that was operated in units of tanks.

The process of learning horsemanship is difficult. If you do a rodeo without a seat belt, you’re likely to break your neck and die, but riding a horse in these days when there are no saddles or stirrups is exactly that level.

No matter how you learn horsemanship, the level of difficulty remains the same, so the consumption of physical strength and attention is no joke. You have to be balanced in every moment and vigilant in all directions.

It was full of conditions that made it impossible to ride a horse for such a long time, but it was solved by my development of saddles and stirrups.

“If I think of going to the battlefield with this guy, do I have to find out for myself…”

I said while stroking the guy’s mane. He’s a clever guy, seeing as he’s already gotten used to my touch after riding it for a while.

okay. There may be means to make you less afraid of the things around you or to reduce fatigue.

“Come to think of it, can I put a shadow roll under this guy’s eyes so he can’t see shadows?”

“hmm?”

“I was just wondering what it would be like if the horse couldn’t look down so it could focus only on the front.”

“I don’t know what it is, but it’s amazing. How the hell do you come up with that?”

“… horse… daughter.”

“what?”

“No need to worry.”

Hmm… Wait a minute.

“How did the nomads of the north tame the horse? Aren’t Anchises too good at riding horses?

Didn’t you say the savage taught you? Not all horses in the north are the same as those of Anchises.”

“Aren’t there centaurs living in the north? Seeing them made me long for them, so I forced myself to follow them.”

oh my god.

It’s a centaur.