"It is good to see you back at your full strength," said Uther, formally - much like one judged one's racing horses, actually. He did look pleased, though, which was all Arthur really cared about. "For a moment, I was worried you may find yourself crippled ( Read more... )

Two days, the tournament had been on now: two days, and Arthur had yet to be unhorsed. He had been in several matches already, climbing steadily up the ranks. It'd been hairy once or twice, but nothing he couldn't handle ( Read more... )

It was the first day of the jousting tournament. There was no place Arthur would rather be than out there, amidst the tents, observing his final preparations and discussing the oncoming matches with his knights. (And, perhaps, making it clear to them that he really did expect them to face him as they did anyone. It wasn't that he had anything to ( Read more... )

It was a bright and brilliant day, a few days before the official jousting tournament was in session. Arthur had been training heavily since departing Ebou Dar, moreso than he would have had he not departed for Fandom: no matter what Hannibal thought, his idea of jousting was a poor substitute ( Read more... )

Camelot's great dining hall was vast indeed: the table that stood at the center could seat dozens comfortably. It stretched far along the hall, and currently occupying its length were many dishes - fruit, vegetables, but mostly a large amount of meat ( Read more... )