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“My usual introduction grows cold and dead in your hearts, does it not? You know the falsehood, you know the exaggeration. You also know that the man I represent is not the man I have previously introduced to you.” The coated man paced the barrier that stood between the knights as he spoke, currently unoccupied as the riders prepared. “The man I speak to you about now is real. Despite his upbringing, he has stolen the hearts of just about everyone sitting around this stadium. Stolen.-“ He pauses, a finger raised high in the air. “Is not the best word to use. Won? No, no. Touched.” He smiles. “He has touched each one of us… hypothetically, that is.”

His herald’s words fell away from him as he stroked his horse gently, his breath visible beneath the metal plating of his helmet. A new knight had risen from a small kingdom in France, somehow managing to make it through the rankings unscathed. The man, Garnier, is rumored to strike like both an ox and a fox, his crushing blows pull the breath straight from your lungs, holding it hostage until you submit to his glory. It is also said that he fights much like the late Count Adhemar, sly and deceitful. Two men had died by his lance. One, had his ribs smashed, puncturing his lungs, the other, reportedly poisoned, though there was no evidence to prove Garnier’s guilt, the suspicion stood. The knight who stood opposite him now, the unrivaled champion, held no fear.

“You be careful on this one, you hear?” Roland patted the metal that sheathed the knight’s leg, drawing the man’s attention.

“Careful?” He scoffs, his voice thick, smooth, graced with a heavy olden English accent that was common at the time. “Roland, where has ‘careful’ ever gotten us?”

“Nowhere I suppose.” He mumbles, defeated. “But I’m serious, he plays dirtier than Adhemar did. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“I hope you have your tools at the ready then. I may need another tip removed.” The knight muses.

“God love you, William.” The squire mutters, shaking his head.

The knight smirks, winking at the man at his side. "I know, I know. No one else will."

“With no more adieu, I present to you, the role model of the age, the commoner who changed his stars, sir Wiiillliiiaaamm Thatcher!”