The fourth pass around the field had everybody's undivided attention tethered to the ring. Suddenly, and very much inexplicably indeed, new advocates, one by one, began to spring up from the crowd giving their three cheers for the Elf with the bobble wobble head.
Horn trumpeted, and the horses neighed. Lance to lance, they crossed, they passed - a clank, a snap - and…
"And that's another five points to the Elf-Knight!" The announcer's voice was starting to crack now, he yells any louder and a second puberty was almost imminent. "Taking the lead just like that with a literal snap! I'm telling you folks, keep an eye on this one right here! She might just take the victory this year!"
Even on my sides, applauds could be heard both left and right, some begrudging, others with keen smiles. The hunter, in particular, had a thin narrow line showing now where his plump smirking lips once were.
