Charles Audley Posted January 20, 2017 Share Posted January 20, 2017 Shooting Range Part of the Knightsbridge Barracks, spilling into St. James' Park, were the shooting ranges. These well-kept outdoor grass areas were used for target practice. The smallest, some fifty paces in length, was used for pistol practice, whereas the larger of the two, two hundred and fifty paces in length, was used for musket fire. Weapons could not hit a target at such ranges, but a safety area was left in the back, to minimize accidents. Crack! Charles had been meaning to sight in his new pistols since he had arrived at court. Finding himself at something of a loose end after his now-customary fencing exercise in the morning, he had dressed himself in his uniform, tied his hair back and decided to take advantage of the free time and find out if Mayer of Lyons lived up to their reputation. They certainly made very pretty pistols. The over-under double-barreled construction of rosewood and steel had the long, lean beauty Charles liked in his weapons, and he especially appreciated the elegance of the banana-shaped locks. He just wished the accuracy was as pleasing. Though in truth that has little to do with the pistols themselves. He sighed. "They pull a little to the left sir," Wodehouse volunteered loyally. Charles snorted. "I think you'll find it's my aim that's pulling left Wodehouse. Though in my defense the wind does not help matters." He set the pistol at half-cock, depressed the trigger guard and rotated the barrels, bringing the loaded lower barrel into the firing position. His arm straightened and his breath left him in a low sigh as he sighted carefully down the barrel, aiming slightly to the right this time. Gently, he squeezed the trigger. Crack! The acrid scent of gun smoke filled his nostrils as Charles waited for the cloud to clear so he could survey the damage to either the target or his ego. A moment's pause, and then he snarled in annoyance. "You have overcompensated sir," Wodehouse offered dryly. Charles bared his teeth and thrust the pistol into his manservant's hands, accepting its twin in return. "I noticed. Now do your job and reload the damn thing." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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