32 knights. 4 days of competition. 1 winner.
The first few collisions on the morning of the second day took my breath away, raising a chorus of whinnies and shouts that echoed long after each day's events had ended.
I would never admit it, but I'm glad that Augustus isn't participating in the jousting. The though of watching my only key to a safe future, I mean my closest blood relative, putting himself in harm's way before my eyes would be nerve wracking.
Splinters jam into nooks and crannies that would never be expected. One into the crevice of a minor southern noble's neck, leading him to nearly bleed out before I get swiftly escorted out into the mud to save his life.
