I sit back in my stand, and smile as the champion of our realm Etir saddles forth.
I stop him quickly and say to him,
"Fail us not, though I would'st put my life on your blade.
Know you I would be out there were it not for my leg..."
I glance quickly at my leg which had been shattered by a mace in a recent battle between rebels.
"So," I say turning back to Lord Etir, "You fight as I. Do well by my name."
My knight turns to me and bows his head. "I shall your Grace."
(Your Grace is how Kings were refereed to before Henry the 8th)
I nod, satisfied that Etir shall bring honor, if not victory to the field of combat.
A man of few words, Lord Etir pushes his horse forward and leaves with the rest of the knights.
(I will get my story fore these guys out today, if not tomorrow Gis!

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