I will admit that it was with some trepidation that I arrived at the Spring Tourney. After all, I will be the first to admit that I am more suited to the life on a ship than to great hunts or swordplay. Still, it cannot be said that it was at all disagreeable.
I am particularly glad for my Cyvasse set. While the pavilions were being set up I was able to obtain a few games, as well as acquaintances. A most pleasurable diversion, and I am thankful that I was able to smooth over wounded pride with those who played me. Unfortunately, events did not turn out so well on the second day. Despite my manifest lack of experience at hunting, I was obliged as the attending son of my house to participate in the Boar Hunt. Things….did not go well from there. I was to find out later that a number of the boars had been made maddened by the feeding of some noxious plant to them. Maddened enough that they had little reason remaining and a much more ferocious temper.
Dylan and I were wrong-footed by a pair of the beasts, and I am afraid to say they got the better of us. Had we not managed to drive them off, I am most certain it would have been our deaths. As it stood, Dylan was heavily injured and in no condition to continue on. I helped him from the wood being used for the hunt and encountered my peers who had similar run-ins. Not a few were still missing however, and I felt obliged to brave the wood again to find them. Unfortunately, while I was able to aid a few, I happened upon the corpse of one of my peers. It was found that he and a conspirator had been the one responsible for the poisoning of the boars, and was the only one to die by their rabid tusks. Such are the wages of treachery, true. But still such an unhappy fate! Far better if he had lived so he could see his errors. I carried the body out, so that the animals might not have it, and returned the young man to his House, along with my sincerest condolences.
However, it seems that the Seven took the luck that had forsaken Dylan and I and had given it to Ser Gareth! Oh, how I wish I could have seen the joust! Our humble knight showing the fruits of long practiced perfection. And apparently carrying the favor of a lady too, the identity of which is not difficult to determine. I must be sure to compliment my sister on her choice of suitor. In the end the mysterious Knight of Oaks carried the day, and Maid Eleyana was crowned Queen of Love and Beauty. Now that event certainly stokes the curiosity! All in all though, I had a good time, though I look forward to being on the deck of the Blue Lion once more.