The light was slanting. The afternoon sun bronze and thick, heavy as whiskey. The sun was beginning to dip behind the high hill where the High Lord's pavilion sat fat and gilded like a wedding cake, its banners snapping in the breeze; gold on ivy. Dust curled in the still air of the tournament...
This spring she defeated the “Ox of Fuxwald” during a tournament. When he found out that he had been defeated by (as he put it) “a skirt”, he broke his shield in half and allegedly struck down his squire.
Etain participated in the Siege of Caerlough and is believed by many to have been a key...
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