Knights proceed.
Sir Fregan was on a horse looking towards Lord Irish, I walked straight towards him and stood next to Fregan, many of the onlookers, mostly nobles are talking about me, booing me, jeering or laughing.
-Boy, your horse?
-I don't have one and I don't know how to ride either.
Fregan couldn't help but laugh.
-Gran can't ride a horse,' - Fregan shouted.
That caused almost all the spectators to burst out laughing at me.
Fregan got off his horse, motioned for a groom to come to him and handed him the horse.
-I'd feel bad if I finished you off in a second just Gran, so consider yourself lucky I won't be fighting with my mount.
-Then don't be sorry Sir.
He merely gave a mocking shake of his head.
-Anything to say before the duel? - Said the priest who was announcing the duel in the stands.
