"Ox. Cart. Ox. Cart. OX. CART!"
In the Imperial Box, Sybyll let out a long, hearty laugh as she watched Reynold pulling the crowd into the match.
"Ye see that, lasses," she said, smiling broadly at Cossot and Roseen. "That's a man ye can ride wit' right inta' tha' jaws o' death, and ye might just ride back out again. Look fer men like tha' ta' fight wit' an' ye'll never find yerself alone on tha' field, no matter how foul tha' odds be."
"I understand trying to get under his opponent's skin," Roseen said hesitantly as she watched the champions preparing for their charge. "But will it work against a man like Taghai? Does he speak the king's common tongue well enough to know what the insult means?"
