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Start — The village of Midden-on-Sogge has been waiting. It has been waiting, specifical (ready)
Sir Humphrey canters onto the tournament field at a purposeful trot, lance level (ready)
Humphrey wheels his horse toward the elderly woman, who does not look up. She ha (ready)
Sir Humphrey dismounts with great ceremony — which is to say his horse steps sid (ready)
Goodwife Thripp resumes her knitting with the air of someone who has told this s (ready)
Sir Humphrey rides to the far end of what used to be the jousting lane and turns (ready)
The herald turns with the air of a man being slowly digested by administration. (draft)
Sir Humphrey takes one deliberate step forward. The goat takes one deliberate st (ready, ending)
"Reginald," says Humphrey, without turning — he feels very strongly he must not (ready)
Sir Humphrey wheels his horse with tremendous purpose and rides — or rather, plo (ready)
Humphrey squares his jaw and surveys the tournament field. The stands are vacate (ready)
Sir Humphrey dismounts with the sort of confidence available only to men who hav (ready)
Sir Humphrey straightens to his full height — considerable, accounting for the (ready)
Humphrey dismounts with the gravity of a man who believes this moment will be re (ready)
"What does it require?" the woman repeats, as though this is a very reasonable q (ready)
Sir Humphrey, with the instincts of a man who has never questioned a social cont (ready)
"Reginald," says Humphrey, without turning — he has decided maintaining eye cont (ready)
The herald stares at Sir Humphrey for a long, defeated moment, then opens his sa (ready)
Sir Humphrey wheels his horse to face the forty-three remaining spectators with (ready)
Humphrey rounds on Reginald with an expression of tremendous administrative conf (ready)
Humphrey performs a salute of such solemn gravity that it takes nearly thirty se (ready)
Sir Humphrey digs in his heels. The horse — a beast of admirable constitution an (draft)
"Would anyone," Sir Humphrey calls, swinging partially around in his saddle — a (ready)
Humphrey dismounts with the deliberate gravity of a man who has decided that dis (draft)
Sir Humphrey pivots — a manoeuvre requiring several seconds in full plate — and (ready)
The roll unfurls. And unfurls. And continues to unfurl in the manner of document (ready)
Sir Humphrey peers at the roll of very small official print. He peers harder. He (draft)
Sir Humphrey lowers his lance to what he considers the correct jousting angle — (draft)
Humphrey wheels his horse around and trots back to where Reginald stands, still (draft)
Humphrey wheels to face the crowd with the bearing of a man addressing a vast an (draft)
"Very well," says Humphrey, with the sudden brightness of a man who has found a (ready)
Humphrey considers his resources. Knights, in his experience, were not typically (ready)
Humphrey turns from the goat — which has resumed its philosophical chewing — and (ready)
Humphrey dismounts with ceremonial gravity, approaches the goat at a careful ang (ready)
Humphrey dismounts with creak and ceremony, takes the sheaf of parchment, and re (ready)
Sir Humphrey reaches forward — with the gravity of a man who has deliberated for (ready, ending)
Sir Humphrey makes the fateful decision to break eye contact with the goat. He w (ready)
Sir Humphrey leans forward and squints at the ribbon with the earnest intensity (ready)
Sir Humphrey clears his throat with the gravity of a man addressing a senior mag (ready, ending)
Sir Humphrey wheels his horse toward the cart with the measured authority of a m (draft)
The goat does not require asking twice. In fact, the goat does not require askin (draft)
Sir Humphrey considers his options. The goat regards him with the serene certain (draft)
Sir Humphrey wheels his horse and rides purposefully in the direction of pasties (draft)
Sir Humphrey wheels his horse, apparently concluding that the tournament is proc (draft)
Sir Humphrey wheels at the field's edge with the confident arc of a man who has (draft)