The tournament consisted of three events. The first event was the joust, where men on horses hit each other with wooden poles. The second event was the archery contest. The third event was the ground melee, where men hit each other with iron swords until one man gave up.
Ragnar looked to his left.
"How is the list looking, Louis?" Ragnar asked over the loud cheering of the crowd.
Louis sighed heavily. He crossed out another name on his paper. "These knights are completely stupid. I just watched Sir Thomas of Kent charge his horse directly into a mud puddle because he refused to change his straight-line trajectory. He fell off his horse and broke his arm. I have crossed out one hundred and forty names already."
Ragnar chuckled. "Do not worry, we only need to find one or two smart men today to make this trip worth our time."
The man in the yellow tunic walked to the center of the grass field. He blew his brass horn.
