Something I wrote when I had a little 'creative moment'
It's meant to be light-hearted so please anyone before you go getting those 'high horses' out of their stables and tacking them up!
Louise
The battle
The two tribes assembled on opposite sides of the gorge. The mighty Amalagbi and the Great Kanalifi, both were mounted on their most beautiful Arabians. The tribes were made up of the bravest fighters and horses who had all undertaken many hard and difficult challenges to qualify for their right to present on this hallowed ground.
The battle was due to commence at midday but due to a 'communication problem' the riders were informed it may be delayed slightly.
The chief of the Amalagbi steered his horse along his lines of brave fighters and encouraged them to be loud and show no fear, until a referee of the organisers of the fight gave him an official warning to be quiet.
Chief of the Great Kanalifi tribe shouted for his tribe to shake their spears and sound their horns to show they were not frightened or intimidated by the Amalagbi, until another of the referees came along and cut the rattely bits off of the spears and told the troops if they carried on shouting then the leader would be given a Yellow card.
Finally the Fight was almost ready to start and the horn blower sounded his horn and the drummers started their rhythmical beating. Then there was a complaint received from one of the villagers that had come to watch the great battle and the noise had to be turned down a bit.
The first horses plunged down the hill into battle, their manes whipping the air like pieces of silk and their tails held aloft like sails. After the first casualty one of the referees complained that it had all been a little bit frantic and maybe the horses should be slowed down and the riders should loose the sharp objects just incase somebody got hurt.
Suddenly here was a loud scream and the chief of the Kanalifi rounded his troop and galloped down the hill with his arms aloft. His horses hooves not touching the ground, it's nostrils the colour of blood and it's eyes like ebony. Fearlessly he rode into battle and both he and horse fought as one. He was then given a Red card for 'inappropriate conduct.'
One of the village members started writing her letter of complaint to the 'Arabian Battle weekly' and many more agreed that they hadn't really come here to see that 'sort of thing' and that battles were so much better 'in the good old days' and that they were so disgruntled by what they had seen that they might never come again.
Up on the far side of the gorge a warrior from the Amalagbi was cautioned because the referee thought his horse might have had make up on and another because it was thought that his horses ears were shaved a little to much.
Eventually the battle ceased and everyone went home - the horses were turned away and the warriors all went and played their instruments late into the night and drank berry alcohol. Everyone agreed that they would come again next year even thought the battle had taken all their hard earned savings and time and all that all everyone had done really was complain.
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Posted - 23 Jan 2004 : 9:46:32 PM
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