These are vignettes more than stories, fictional thought experiments. They don't particularly tell how characters cope with problems, but simply examine the Dedicated Cavalry of Grand Normandy (motto: "Potentia pro servientes") from different angles, answering various questions about it.
In this setting, centaurs are made from normal men. What's that like for the men?
How do centaurs feel about horses?
In Grand Normandy, centaurs are made from men who volunteer to be transformed. Why would people do that?
A centaur is as strong as a horse and as agile as a man—given proper training.
Know thyself. All over again. And know the other guys, too.
Our lads are complete stallions below the waist. And it all has to get wired to the brain somehow.
Cf. the Lapiths and Pholos.
How did Grand Normandy come to have the Dedicated Cavalry?
Strong as a horse, agile as a man, tough as both together. Magical, too? Cool!
They're all horsey, now. But some are horsier.
Carlin lies. He lies nobly, but he lies.
What happens when the lads go home to the people who knew them before their transformations?
The transformation spell comes from where, exactly?
How much can you change and still have people recognize you as the same person?
Over the hills and far away.
What will you gamble for a shape?
New in Town
They're not orcs.
Not all the adults are grown up.
The six recruits followed above are only that year's class. Last year, there were different recruits.
"What are the odds he knows the word 'cupidinous'?"
Sometimes, volunteering is the best bargain you can strike.
Transformation and a new career. A time for ... looking forward.
Truth will out.
They may not be human anymore, but they're still gentlemen.
Not all the transformations have gone well.
The history lecture in "Lecture Hall and Pub" mentions that Prince Hugh, the founder of the Dedicated Cavalry, is still alive but in his nineties, as of 2017. So look a few years forward.
Copyright © Earl Wajenberg, 2019