The chronicles of Mittland Part 01 Time of the lilies

[Vauban]

 „One whispers that this tournament does not happen with right things. “„Nonsense, the lords from the north realm cannot bear  that our prince is better and stronger than all others. “„It is however unusual… “ „Stop now this twaddle. Our prince had the best instructors of the country. He is strongly, speedy and young. He is a kind of man to shake strongly the old men. In addition now the stinging lines up. In this fight our gentleman has also a word to put in … “

[Vauban]

The fellows turned away and ARN continued his walk around. He saw the hunter in company of a young man. Harum signed to the wolfman. The both guys reached quickly the old man. „ARN, we greet you. This is my son HADOR. “

[Vauban]

„I could fulfill your first please. After the tournament it will give a meal of honor for the knights. The king promised me to  receive us then. He will then hear to you. “„Thanks to the Indescribable. That is a good message. “

[Vauban]

Then the three looked for a place to observe the last contest. The public was very excited. Would the prince decide also this contest for himself?

[Vauban]

The participants came in on their horses. The knights stand up to the helmet-look before the stinging. It was an old tradition to examine whether also the right knight is in the armament.

[Vauban]

Afterwards the knights began with the stinging. Again the prince was able to reach the final. His opponent was lord DRAC from the North realm. Since five years DRAC was unbeaten in the stinging. DRACS eyes looked ice cold and full victory will against his opponent, when he closed his visor. The prince had already struck him in the sword fight.

[Vauban]

On a trumpet signal both knights blows their heels into the flanks of the horses. They lowered their lances and rode stright on. They met at the center of the field.

[Vauban]

With loud cracking lord DRAC was almost easy lifted from the saddle by the lance of the young prince.

[Vauban]

He fell heavily on the ground and did not stand up again. His fellows ran to him immediately, in order to help him. Slowly he rose. Rage inflamed he threw his heavy iron gloves on the soil. 

[Vauban]

However the crowd raved before enthusiasm. This result was unbelievable. Humans jumped over the shut-offs, hurried to the prince and lifted him on their shoulders. They let him high-live. It was an unbelievable tumult.