As the final participants of the Monarch's Melee are carted off the field, the crowd scrambles to take their seats at the lists. The Witch-Queen takes her seat in the royal pavillion, and the trumpeters blare out a triumphant tune. The royal herald steps forth as the crowd goes silent.
"Hear ye, Lords and Ladies, and common folk all, 'tis time for our main event, which is for the Realm's Heavy Horse Championshiiiip!"
A tourney officiator holds aloft the mystical and mighty Girdle of Champions for all to see. The crowd roars, then goes silent as the herald prepares to speak once more.
"Introducing first, riding in on Good Old Lad, from the Barony of Burnglade, weighing in at one thousand one-hundred and three gold coins, Siiiirrrrr Konstantyyyyyn!"
As Sir Konstantyn rides out and raises his shield, Sable, a burning tree proper, the crowd erupts into loud boos. The knights of Burnglade have won themselves no love from the common folk by enforcing the baron's excessive taxes.
"And his opponent, riding in on Shadeheart, hailing from parts unknown, weighing in at one thousand one-hundred and two gold coins, Siiiirrrrrr Elomeeerrrrr!"
As Sir Elomer raises his shield, Azure, a garb Or, the crowd erupts into enthusiastic cheers, especially loud the squeals of several recently rescued princesses.
The two knights take their places at opposite ends of the lists, and ready themselves for the first ride of the joust. The officiator raises his hand, then drops it, as the trumpeters announce the start of the contest, and both knights ride forth!
Sir Konstantyn raises his shield and takes aim at Elomer's shield, fess pale. Sir Elomer steadies himself in his saddle and likewise aims fess pale on Konstantyn's shield. With a thunderous crack, both lances shatter on impact, and both knights are thrown off their mighty steeds!
As the dust settles, Sir Elomer stands. Sir Konstantyn attempts to stand as well, but clutches his side in agony and drops to a knee. The panel of judges renders their decision: 9 points for Sir Konstantyn, but 19 for Sir Elomer!
The crowd erupts into deafening cheers as Elomer is handed the Girdle of Champions. He removes his helmet… nay, her helmet, as a locks of golden hair cascade out. There are murmurs in the crowd. Why, 'tis the Lady Elowen, one of the Witch-Queen's handmaidens! Sir Konstantyn angrily demands that Elowen be disqualified, and the tourney grounds descend into chaos!