“But what about that thing you told me about earlier—the forgetfulness or something. Can’t he do that?”
“Forgiveness, and no, it’s not applicable in this instance. A knight can call a forgiveness only if the horse’s head is in the way, or if the tip on his lance falls off, or something like that. He can’t just decide not to run after he’s said he would. To do so would be cowardly.”
“Whatever happened to discretion being the better part of valor?” I asked, watching with worried eyes as the list marshal gave the signal for the jousters to start by yelling out, “Lay on!” “Lay out is going to be more like it. This is insane. He’s going to get hurt, seriously hurt. He hasn’t trained for this in years. He can’t possibly—Oh, no!”
“Sit down; you can’t help him,” CJ hissed as she pulled me down
