#47- Savage Nation

Meagan knelt in her tattered nightgown, barefoot on wet, cement-like flooring. This is not happening, she repeated, keeping her eye on the soldiers. The group was forced to its feet and she was shoved forward with the others. Sweat, garlic and leather mingled with the scent of animals and dung. – Eclipsed by Shadow

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“HABES SPEM NATANDI!”

An icy blast of water filled Meagan’s eyes and nose. She tripped among wet bodies as she was drenched by another downpour. A crowd of ragged people crouched around her, soaked and shivering within a circle of steel spears. Men in rags stood close with brimming buckets.

Where am I now?

Another bucket was tossed. Meagan gasped under the spray and stood to escape. Metal-tipped points blocked her way. Bronze-helmeted men came closer, shouting furiously at the people cringing within the circle of spears. The prisoners were men and women both, mostly young, and all were filthy and sodden. A few bled diluted streaks into the rags they wore. Sweat, garlic and leather mingled with the scent of animals and dung.

Meagan knelt in her tattered nightgown, barefoot on wet, cement-like flooring. This is not happening, she repeated, keeping her eye on the soldiers. The group was forced to its feet and she was shoved forward with the others. Incredibly, Meagan heard something she understood just as another bucket drenched her. It was a fragment of a language heard only in a classroom, but the words were well-formed and clear: the words were Latin and they meant, you have hopes of swimming.

Soldiers forced the group against a wooden wall until splinters pressed into Meagan’s forearm. Suddenly the wall gave way, swinging open. She was pushed into open space.

Sound rose and shook the air. Filled bleachers banked a vast four-story amphitheatre. Tall masts soared to spread a high awning over the stadium. A moat circled the inner arena floor, and beyond it smooth marble walls were topped with elephant tusks and netting. Cherub-winged boys suspended by rope swooped over white sand and arced high above the audience. Near the opposite end of the stadium, a team of mules was lashed to something dark and slack. It took a moment for Meagan to recognize the shape of an elephant.

Excerpted from Eclipsed by Shadow, the award-winning 1st volume of “The Legend of the Great Horse” trilogy. (Hrdbk pg. 111)

Book II: The Golden Spark will be published Fall 2010.

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Copyright © 2008 John Royce

#46- The Shadow Falls

Meagan froze with her hand on the horse, having a gradual realization she was touching cold flesh. She backed to the wall. – Eclipsed by Shadow excerpt

“Nice horse,” she said, crossing in front of a motionless mount to look for a way out. She patted the horse’s neck gently. It was a piebald, speckled black and white. The animal’s eyes were dull in the torchlight.

Meagan froze with her hand on the horse, having a gradual realization she was touching cold flesh. She backed to the wall. In the dim, red light she could see foreleg-sized posts set into the ground beneath the horses, impaling them, supporting their corpses. Now she saw the horses’ bodies were subtly misshapen, deflated, twisted in grotesque angles by the beams that skewered them into place.

She moved along the wall, her back to it, facing the grisly mannequins. The wall was smooth. She pounded her fist against it. Solid earth. Scraping, letting it tear at her hands, Meagan moved along the wall. Why did Promise bring me here? The stink of the room seemed to rise from the ground and overwhelm her.

She remembered the headdresses of the horses from magazine pictures, excavated from ancient tombs filled with horses ritually massacred for the funeral of their leader. Meagan was surrounded by the gold of a long vanished nomadic people—a dead entourage escorting their passing king to the underworld.

If this was such a place then she was no longer home, but in a long-dead past. The words of the legend swirled in her mind … eclipsed by shadow… She was in the darkness. The room seemed to close in as she sank down, fists clenched against her head.

Excerpted from Eclipsed by Shadow, the award-winning 1st volume of “The Legend of the Great Horse” trilogy (Hrdbk pg. 109)

Book II: The Golden Spark will be published soon.

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Copyright © 2008 John Royce

New England Independent Booksellers Conference

The author, John Allen Royce, will be in attendance at the annual New England Independent Booksellers Conference (NEIBA) being held this weekend at the Rhode Island Convention Center in Providence, RI … the 1st industry event to introduce The Golden Spark ~ Book II of The Legend of the Great Horse trilogy…

#44- Into the darkness (700 BC) …

THE DROP WAS not far, not more than ten feet. For a time Meagan lay with her eyes and hands clenched shut, trying to make sense of recent events. Slowly she opened her eyes and let her vision adjust to the dim light around her. A hoof stood inches from her face. – Eclipsed by Shadow excerpt

One of the riders stopped on the ground below…

Until that moment Meagan had been too stunned for fear, but she looked into the man’s slitted eyes and backed away from the edge. He saw her. The rider’s thin arm motioned and an object whistled past her. Two yards away a spear jabbed into the bare ground. Its end rocked. Another spear shot up. Meagan scuttled for the center pit as the new missile streaked overhead. She caught the edge of the pit and lowered herself, kicking for a peg. Another spear arced up, but she did not wait to see where it fell.

She stepped down, bare foot waving until she found a peg. Heavy air insulated the sounds of battle as she descended the dim tunnel. One peg gave slightly and shifted. Meagan froze. She flattened against the side of the pit, testing the nub with her weight. With a sudden twist Meagan’s support was gone. For a brief second she hung in space, scrambling against the scraped earth, kicking dirt away before she fell.

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THE DROP WAS not far, not more than ten feet. For a time Meagan lay with her eyes and hands clenched shut, trying to make sense of recent events. Slowly she opened her eyes and let her vision adjust to the dim light around her. A hoof stood inches from her face. Meagan jerked away, but another solid limb pressed unyieldingly into her back. She was surrounded by a forest of horses’ legs.

Excerpted from Eclipsed by Shadow, the award-winning 1st volume of “The Legend of the Great Horse” trilogy. (Hrdbk pg. 106)

Book II: The Golden Spark will be published Fall 2010.

Read the 1st Chapter online!

Copyright © 2008 John Royce

#43- A dawning realization …

As the wave of chariots hurled into the fight, it was clear each unit was unstoppable even by its pilot—perhaps especially by its pilot—for chariots do not stop destroying in death but come apart in deadly pieces, releasing with each horse a new force of chaos.
Eclipsed by Shadow

Something is wrong.

The horses were small and wiry, and of every color and shade of bay, tan or white. Crowning each horse’s head was a patchwork of gold and leather supporting a fantastic headdress of golden antlers or curved horns of mountain sheep. Everywhere gold trinkets moved and flashed. Those must be the movie extras, Meagan reasoned, noting their authenticity.

The riders could have seen Meagan exposed on the hill, but they passed at an angle, eyes glazed and mouths open. A thousand tinkling gold pieces played in time with the horses’ gaits. Fractured sunlight from the metal-encrusted mob showered the ground. It was clearly a big-budget film.

A rumble started low and rose to shake the air. Meagan turned and saw that the “burning trees” had grown to a blackness swallowing the horizon. Instead of smoke, what she had actually seen was the wall of dust rising behind an approaching mass of galloping horses. Now visible were men standing on flimsy carts, their whips flashing through air filling with screeching metal and pounding hooves.

Chariots.

The golden mob shouted to each other for courage and flailed their horses into erratic gallops to meet the charge. Meagan blinked as her “movie extras” were dispersed like scraps of colored paper as the chariots ran pell-mell into them. Flashes of sunlight swirled from ornaments as the riders were annihilated in convulsions of horses, wheels and breaking leather. As the wave of chariots hurled into the fight, it was clear each unit was unstoppable even by its pilot—perhaps especially by its pilot—for chariots do not stop destroying in death but come apart in deadly pieces, releasing with each horse a new force of chaos.

A rider stopped on the ground below. Until that moment Meagan had been too stunned for fear, but she looked into the man’s slitted eyes and backed away from the edge. He saw her. The rider’s thin arm motioned and an object whistled past her. Two yards away a spear jabbed into the bare ground. Its end rocked. Another spear shot up.

Meagan scuttled for the center pit as the new missile streaked overhead. She caught the edge of the pit and lowered herself, kicking for a peg. Another spear arced up, but she did not wait to see where it fell.

Excerpted from Eclipsed by Shadow, the award-winning 1st volume of “The Legend of the Great Horse” trilogy. (Hrdbk pg. 105)

Book II: The Golden Spark will be published Fall 2010.

Read the 1st Chapter online!

Copyright © 2008 John Royce

The Sports of the World Equestrian Games Represent the History of Civilization

The World Equestrian Games (WEG) are the largest sporting event in the US this year … the featured competitions offer an intriguing and dynamic look at the history of civilization.

Driving: An echo in time

Mankind’s first records are seen in prehistoric cave paintings over 20,000 years old, and are filled with images of horses … even so, humans apparently didn’t start taming and using horses until about 6000 years ago.

It seems logical that riding bareback would be humanity’s first act of horsemanship … so naturally we probably didn’t. According to the most reliable evidence yet found, instead of riding horses, humans spent the first thousand years or so of horse ‘domestication’ fooling around with straps and restraints hitching horses to various carts to begin the activity we call Driving.

The fooling around got much more serious with the invention of chariots which, besides giving us empires like the Hittites and ancient Egypt, eventually treated antiquity to a peculiar insanity called ‘chariot racing’ that became the world’s first mass spectator sport.

By the time civilization emerged from the ensuing Middle Ages, driving had spawned a fleet of vehicles from wagons and buggies to carriages and coaches, with a similarly varied lineup of horsepower’s namesake, including the beer-truck pulling Clydesdale and high-stepping roadster pony.

The modern sport of Driving distills this ancient knowledge into a multi-phase event which includes precision and teamwork in an amazing and picturesque display of horsemanship. Every buckle and strap has not just a purpose, but represents a centuries-long pedigree of trial-and error testing … in seeing Driving at the World Equestrian Games (WEG), we are watching one of mankind’s oldest and most valuable technologies.

Endurance: The marathon of horsemanship

The sport of Endurance at the WEG will cover a 100-mile distance in one day … this feat is a sane result of much prior historical insanity, and the results would have amazed the horsemen of old.

Evidence remains sketchy, but at some point several thousand years ago, after an epoch of attempts to harness a horse without choking it (with varying success), the idea occurred to dispense with the cart and mount up. Early riders apparently sat back on the horse’s hindquarters; nose rings were an early misfortune, and military imagination did not extend beyond leading the horse into battle as a kind of mobile archery platform — but evidence shows early riders were indeed faced forward to the front of the horse, so a good start was made.

Progress came slowly to man’s early cultures, which seem to have preferred the route of dying out rather than updating an opinion. New ways to steer the horse were ironed out eventually, even if learning to stop the animal may have taken an extra millennia or so. Chariot-using Empires of Old preferred ground-rumbling war machines to the simpler virtues of mounted riders, perhaps on the basis of a rider’s vulnerability to being squashed by said chariot. Nomads took up the slack and began the fruitful cycle of raiding settlements, settling down themselves, and being wiped out by other nomads in a few years time.

Nomads may be the answer to why the champion of distance is the Arabian horse, a fountain of equine beauty and “hot” blood. Stamina and endurance were likely of value in surprising sleepy villagers — or escaping wide-awake ones — and to accomplish great distances between watering holes. Legends formed around remarkable feats of endurance, especially about the Arabian breed. Such boasts were perhaps nodded to politely, though not quite believed, until stopwatches and measured courses gave proof in the envelope-pushing sport of Endurance.

Dressage: humane school for horses

Horses are herd animals willing to follow a sound leader, but ancient humanity strenuously avoided this knowledge: the binding-down method seems to have been more the flavor of the day.

Ancient Greece gives evidence of a break with that tradition, advancing the notion that the horse was an individual instead of mere emotive force. Our Western forebears engaged a method of training that emphasized cooperation and harmony that still flourishes today in the noble art, science and sport of Dressage.

Even the earliest appearances of dressage were as an exhibition art, one whose spark helped kindle the original Olympic flame. Despite its artistic character, the most compelling reason for dressage’s early success was the improvement it gave cavalry through greater control of one’s mount.

The empathetic methods of dressage were lost with the fall of Rome and destruction of ancient Western Civilization, and horsemanship returned to brutal methods for the long sleep of the Middle Ages. Ancient writings of Xenophon, a Greek general who wrote about dressage, were discovered in the 15th century and led to a revival of this equestrian discipline. Dressage was one of the first rediscovered Classical arts of the Renaissance.

The arena became a laboratory for studying methods of training the horse, whose results spread to different forms of horsemanship: the famous Spanish horsemanship of the Conquistador era, ancestor of the WEG sport of Reining, resulted from the rediscovery of Classical dressage.

Dressage competition at the WEG is contested at the highest level, and a more modest test is part of the Eventing competition. Every level in dressage proceeds through ancient principles, most of which exist fundamentally unchanged from the times of the Greeks. The beauty of a horse schooled in dressage comes from the encouraged expression of the horse’s natural movements, so the horse’s motion remains organic and natural at its core.

Modern dressage seen at the WEG is a celebration of humane partnership with the horse, honoring our ancient partner and displaying the triumph of cooperation and harmony over more ‘physical’ methods.

Vaulting: putting the Pommel Horse to shame

The equestrian sport of Vaulting dates from whenever man decided handsprings off horses was worth the hospitalization cost. In all seriousness, vaulting is an ancient entertainment: there is reference to such horse acrobatics in the Iliad. Horse acrobats were very popular in antiquity.

The Latin word for a vaulter was a desultor or ‘one who leaps down’ … between the Coliseum and Circus (chariot racing) intermissions, the crowds of the ancient ‘developed’ world kept such equestrian gymnasts in constant demand.

Compared to the active performance partnerships of other horse sports, the horse seems incidental to the action here, but there is a direct link. Every vaulter must be intimately aware of the status of the horse at all times — his speed, direction, balance and mental outlook — which is the essence of a horseman’s skill.

Show Jumping: ‘To Fly without Wings’

Moving to the next WEG sport on human history’s timeline, we must pass over the medieval era in which Jousting was the new equestrian pastime, and arrive at an activity which served to rescue horsemanship from obsolescence after the invention of the combustion engine: Jumping.

Just as the horse’s role as transportation was being replaced by technology in the early 20th Century, horse jumping exploded onto the world scene and drove a new recreational wave of horsemanship.

Jumping was first discovered and practiced in the mid-to-late 1700’s as a way to continue hunting despite the Enclosure Laws in Britain, which mandated the fencing of English farmland. Daredevil riders found that some horses were willing and talented jumpers, and events were arranged to show buyers the aptitude of their sale horses for this new activity. The sport might have been called Sale Jumping and not be technically misnamed.

As a result, Show Jumping has the distinction of being created specifically as a spectator attraction: the original ‘leaping’ competitions that began in the early 1800’s were set in a field; when spectators complained they could not see the rides, the jumps were moved into an enclosed area and a new sport was born.

Today Jumping has grown into a world-wide sport with millions of competitors and supporters. The game is simple to understand: competitors begin a set course with zero “faults” … a knockdown counts 4 faults, refusals by the horse or exceeding the time limit cost additional penalties, and a fall is elimination. The size of the fences is a factor, and also the distances between, since a horse’s depth vision is limited and the rider must set the pace and stride.

Interestingly, the spirit of medieval Jousting lives on in Jumping, and not only as a clash between mounted riders, or for the danger involved, nor the colorful spectacle, or even that nobility “VIP’s” repose in catered boxes while mere peasants spectators get cheaper seats or just grass to sit on. Top Jumping riders follow in the footsteps of medieval “free lance” knights, who traveled from match to match in pursuit of awards, fame and prize money (though not necessarily in that order).

International competition such as the WEG also provide a distant mirror of medieval times, when a hapless King facing a battle would put out a call to assemble the “free lances” of his kingdom to bolster his troops and face the enemy: today national jumping teams are formed from top individual horses and riders that come together not so much as an interdependent team, but as the strongest force a nation can muster.

Eventing: ultimate test of horse & rider

Besides Show Jumping, another sport grew from the military, one designed as a challenge for the ideal cavalry horse. The sport has grown in the past century and is or has been known by several names — The Military, Horse Trials, Combined Training, 3-Day Events — which have distilled to the happy noun of: Eventing.

The competition is divided into three phases: Dressage, Cross-Country and Stadium Jumping. In competition such as seen at the WEG, each phase is held on a separate consecutive day — hence the older name, 3-Day Event. (The first phase of Dressage is often held on two days, to add to any possible confusion.)

The first phase (Day 1) tests the horse/rider partnership’s communication and obedience with a Dressage test on the flat … it mimics the parade grounds or drill exercises of cavalry troops. The second phase (Day 2) is the singular specialty an Event horse can claim: the Cross Country. Originally intended to test the skills of a cavalry mount as a courier — crossing the county quite literally — this unique challenge of galloping a course of solid fences over varied terrain including water, ditches, banks, drops, and various combinations is the soul of Eventing, and one of the most spectacular spectacles in sport.

The final phase (Day 3) is the Stadium Jumping, a winding course of jumps set in an arena over knockable fences. The purpose of the this final phase is to show the horse’s stamina, soundness and willingness to persevere.

In recent years Eventing has followed in Show Jumping’s hoof beats, establishing a World Cup circuit, greater prize-money and an increased profile. Eventing will be one of the most exciting spectator attractions of the WEG.

Reining: equestrian sport’s new spin

Reining can be called a form of equine acrobatics, and is a new horse sport only recently added to the WEG program in 2002.

Reining may be seen as the mixing-in of dressage principles with the horsemanship of the Old West, or perhaps what happens when the needs of the cowboy and the training of a cow horse become a form of popular art. Sound principles of dressage are evident in a well “reined” horse, most especially the calm communication and focus on the horse’s movements.

However, reining pushes beyond what the horse would naturally offer, executing crowd-pleasing extreme movements such as the spin and sliding stop. The flashy hair-trigger response of the Reining horse demonstrates reflex obedience and set movements, rather than being purely a focus on the horse’s expression itself, as in dressage.

ParaDressage: spotlighting a new role for the horse

In recent years, horses have been proving therapeutic in many ways: in physical therapy programs, for emotional rehabilitation, to uplift the disadvantaged, and here, as seen in WEG competition, to physically free a human from disability. Aboard a horse, the disabled may be equal to all … a vivid example of the freedom the horse has always offered mankind.

It’s a big year for this vibrant emerging field of horsemanship: riding by the disabled is the newest sport at the WEG. The “para” in Para-dressage means a contest run in “parallel” to regular equestrian sport — different degrees of disability are separated to allow meaningful competition with others of the same physical limitation. Therapeutic roles are recent for the horse, and offer new possibilities for the future of horsemanship.

The Amazing Journey has not Ended

The historical tour of horse sports contested at the WEG travels from still-living sports created long ago to new modern competitions of advanced riding, and comes to ParaDressage and the potential to go further into the future. The 2010 World Equestrian Games represent an evolution in horsemanship, a coming together of horse enthusiasts and the chance to spread the love of horses while growing something new for humanity.

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#42- The Great Denial

A tinkling swept over the hilltop, a musical sound that vanished with the breeze. Another round of chimes played in the gusts of wind, and Meagan caught a flash in the corner of her eye. A stream of movement emerged from a dip in the landscape. She stared in astonishment as horses and riders rose from the dip as if bubbling from dry ground. – Eclipsed by Shadow (excerpt)

This will be a great story, Meagan thought, hearing herself tell it: ‘And then I climbed the hill and saw the camera scaffolding. No, I wasn’t really scared. Well, maybe a little, until I was sure.’ And then we will laugh…

She climbed up the face of the hill until she could peer over the top. The open hilltop had been scraped flat. Its only feature was a circular pit dug in the hill’s center.

Oh, how funny this will be.

Meagan crossed the hilltop. The pit was a shaft bored into the mound, its narrow walls defined in flickering orange light from below. She leaned closer. Another set of pegs led into the murky depths. Warm, ripe scents of decay rose from the pit.

“Hello,” she called nervously. “Is anyone down there?” Her words made a dull echo. “Hello?”

A tinkling swept over the hilltop, a musical sound that vanished with the breeze. Another round of chimes played in the gusts of wind, and Meagan caught a flash in the corner of her eye. A stream of movement emerged from a dip in the landscape. She stared in astonishment as horses and riders rose from the dip as if bubbling from dry ground.

Meagan crouched on the hilltop as the disorganized procession jogged and bobbed closer. Perhaps a hundred strong, the field of riders was a carpet of color and glinting reflections. The horses were unruly and barely contained. Hopping sideways, they battered against each other. Their riders sat atop their mounts’ croups—far back—holding twined leather straps as reins.

Those must be the movie extras, Meagan reasoned, noting their authenticity.

Excerpted from Eclipsed by Shadow, the award-winning 1st volume of “The Legend of the Great Horse” trilogy. (Hrdbk pg. 104)

Book II: The Golden Spark will be published Fall 2010.

Read the 1st Chapter online!

Copyright © 2008 John Royce

#41- Meagan avoids reality …

Meagan saw motion on the horizon. The distant line of trees seemed to shimmer and sway. A wispy film lay above them, as if the trees were on fire. No, she scolded herself, not everything has to be a disaster. – Eclipsed by Shadow

Legends don’t happen—that is why they are called legends … Meagan would soon find Promise and everything would be back to normal.

Meagan saw motion on the horizon. The distant line of trees seemed to shimmer and sway. A wispy film lay above them, as if the trees were on fire. No, she scolded herself, not everything has to be a disaster. The wisps were just rising dust.

She studied the raised hill behind her and walked closer. The surface was of barren, fresh earth, as from an excavation. Dirt on the mound was darker than the ground around it. A series of pegs had been driven into one sloping side of the hill, making a vertical line up the incline.

She reached to feel the flattened top of one peg. It was solidly imbedded in the hillside. On impulse, Meagan reached above it and pulled herself up, standing on one of the lower pegs. It’s like a ladder, she realized, reaching to the next in the line of pegs.

This will be a great story, she thought, hearing herself tell it: ‘And then I climbed the hill and saw the camera scaffolding. No, I wasn’t really scared. Well, maybe a little, until I was sure.’ And then we will laugh…

Excerpted from Eclipsed by Shadow, the award-winning 1st volume of “The Legend of the Great Horse” trilogy. (Hrdbk pg. 104)

Book II: The Golden Spark will be published Fall 2010.

Read the 1st Chapter online!

Copyright © 2008 John Royce