After her 2nd round duel in the Coronation Tourney of Poland

Her arm felt a little stiff, but otherwise Ish was not badly hurt when she stepped from the ring. She would have liked to stay for longer, their Polish hosts had been friendly and gracious and she would have liked the opportunity to visit mass in the cathedral once more. But she had received an invitation to another tourney, and this one meant a chance to meet in person a woman she only knew by their exchange of letters.

Her eyes fell upon the familiar figure of her husband and she took off her helmet, loosened the band that kept her hair confined and let the straw-coloured curls fall over her shoulders and back. "I am sure you have seen me lose. We should go back to the inn and pack, then we can make it to Seighin's tournament. And you need to help me out of this armour, I am going to die of heatstroke!"