... Somewhere, in a remote outpost on the eastern fringes of the empire, a knight has been called to the Hochmeister ...
" You'd call for me, Sir ?"
" Yes Josephus, it has been decided that you should attend the Marketon Summer Joust. It is upon you to uphold the honour of our Order."
" Erm ... me, Sir ?"
" Yes you. We've decided that you are the man for it."
" Thank you, My Lord. I will not disappoint you."
" I know you will uphold our honour. Now go quickly - otherwise you might be too late."
" I won't be. I'll be saddling my horse immediately."