Oh for the love of Pete.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foxyfursLogistics trip me up every time.
I have trouble watching medieval movies/reading stories at times where there's a cut scene and suddenly our hero/villain is riding away from the castle in the dead of night on a dark horse. You lose me. Because, obviously, they snuck into the unguarded stables filled with fabulously expensive horses. They managed to saddle the horse by themselves (you really lose me on this one if the character was a woman and they're using Western saddles -- fuckers are heavy) again without alerting the guards or making much noise at all, for horses are notoriously quiet when you wake them up out of a sound sleep.
AND THEN. The hero/villain gets the horse through the stable doors (there's that guard again, hi Hank!) and out to the city walls (hello fellows, nothing to see, just going for a, uh, jaunt in the moonlight, cheerio) AND THEN sneaking back in before dawn.
Captain: Hank, someone must have alerted the enemy. What happened?
Hank: Well, Bessie was in a lather this morning when I checked on her, she's favoring one forelock, and she's dog-tired.
Captain: I see. How 'bout you boys? Anything interesting going on at the gates?
Guards: You mean were there any suspicious individuals who managed to get buy us, knowing we'll be flogged or imprisoned for lackadaisical attention to our duties, even if we repel the invaders?
Captain: Yes.
Guards: Can't think of anything, no.
I have trouble watching medieval movies/reading stories at times where there's a cut scene and suddenly our hero/villain is riding away from the castle in the dead of night on a dark horse. You lose me. Because, obviously, they snuck into the unguarded stables filled with fabulously expensive horses. They managed to saddle the horse by themselves (you really lose me on this one if the character was a woman and they're using Western saddles -- fuckers are heavy) again without alerting the guards or making much noise at all, for horses are notoriously quiet when you wake them up out of a sound sleep.
AND THEN. The hero/villain gets the horse through the stable doors (there's that guard again, hi Hank!) and out to the city walls (hello fellows, nothing to see, just going for a, uh, jaunt in the moonlight, cheerio) AND THEN sneaking back in before dawn.
Captain: Hank, someone must have alerted the enemy. What happened?
Hank: Well, Bessie was in a lather this morning when I checked on her, she's favoring one forelock, and she's dog-tired.
Captain: I see. How 'bout you boys? Anything interesting going on at the gates?
Guards: You mean were there any suspicious individuals who managed to get buy us, knowing we'll be flogged or imprisoned for lackadaisical attention to our duties, even if we repel the invaders?
Captain: Yes.
Guards: Can't think of anything, no.
