A temporary tilt had been erected along the centre of the field, a half-dozen wooden tourney lances piled in two opposite corners. A pair of squires hovered nearby, ready to assist the knights as soon as they were called. Harben, in half-plate, was scratching a dappled grey under the chin as he awaited his opponent.
In the stands, a handful of festival goers had noticed that a practice was being held, and sat scattered about on the wooden benches to watch.
