Looking at her husband was like looking at a thundercloud. Ish sighed quietly and to herself as she handed the reins of her horse over to a page. "There will be another day to sign that contract tomorrow. Right now, my blood is heated and I can think of nothing better than returning to the inn." An impinsh glint was in her eye as she stepped to her husband and ran a hand up over his torso to his neck, her fingers gliding and entwining with his hair as she pulled his head down to kiss him hard.

From one blink of an eye to another his mood changed. His lips searched for hers. He entwined his armes around her body and held her close. Her lips burned like fire and were sweet like wine. This was one thing which has never changed since the first time he had kissed her. „I think going back to the inn is a very good idea. Maybe we could have a special kind of jousting there.“

A new day. The flags fluttered in the breeze and Ish could hear the sound of the cloth high above her head. For this opponent she had chosen the more familiar spear as her weapon but even so, she did not hold much hope for winning this duel. Kraft Hatzfeld had met her on the field before and the small Danish Queen had pulled the short straw that time.

With much more confidence than she really felt, Ish entered the ring and saluted her opponent. "Greetings. We meet again", she said with a smile and a last mental check that her armour was all buckled on correctly.

The end was a foregone conclusion. She did manage one hit, but that was that. Exhausted, she stepped from the ring after congratulating the victor and began to look for her husband.

((To be continued here ))

Stumbling from her tent covered in scraps and bruises from yesterday's festivities in the arena. Molly was still exhausted, and not quick at all. Finding Alar looking as if he had not a mark on him from yesterday. Molly barely able to lift her spear. Alar wasted not an ounce of time as he swung to her head. Some of her saliva quickly flying from her shot open mouth. Followed by an immidiate follow up to her torso and arm.

Molly managed a single hit she would be proud of to Alar's torso. A bit high since she was aiming more to the royal jewels. Trying to throw him off balance. Alar must have picked up on this as he took one leg then the other from beneath her.

Molly refused to rise again. Looking up at the blurred image of Alar. Almost lost in a dream. Her personal guard moving out to remove her from the field.

YOU DAMM IDIOT!

Alrik massages his shoulder.

I will need it for jousting.

Kraft Hatzfeldt only smiled back at the King he has he taken down in duel, and Alrik smirked back on his first count.

Good luck with the Moscow who will stand against you.

A Healer came to put his shoulder right again, and one servant with his battle-Horse.

Good one, now lets see if we may stand the last duel with the norsemen. Stay brave Alarus. he wispered in the ears of his Horse.

Later that day, the first lance was broken, and the battle of final in Joust had begun.

The King of Saxony was sitting down, having a beer by watching the final in duel of this great turney. An enormous game between these two combatants.

Oh no, step left, but it was much too late, the Grand Duchy sent his first Knight down.

The Speaker of the turney now was announcing the winners:

Dear Lords and Ladys:

The winner of the contest in duel is: Alar I. Grand Duchy of Moscow

The winner of the contest in Massfighting is: Kraft Hatzfeldt, count of Utrecht.

The winner of the contest in Joust is: Alrik vom Greifenstein, King of Saxony.

Later in tavern Alrik found time to write a message hopefully most polish Knights to read.

QUOTE:
Dear Lords and Ladys of the Kingdom of Poland.

In former time we stood together as Brothers in arms, now Wladyslaw Lescinsky decided to be no more in our Alliance of Nations called Sacrum Romanum Imperium.

Nothing better then this turney could set a final party of your leaving.

We thank for your hospitality, and feel free.

Best wishes
Alrik vom Greifenstein
King of Saxony