CHAPTER THREE
“OUCH ON RYE!” I WINCED in sympathy when the cantering horse stepped on the downed man’s leg as it continued to the end of the list where the spiky-haired man caught it. “Is that what jousting is really like? How . . . how . . . manly! Is that guy hurt? Are the lances supposed to break like that? And I thought they jousted with shields? My God, that must hurt like hell to have those lances plowing into your chest like that. Oh, look, he’s moving!”
CJ was still jumping up and down waving her cloth favor, blowing kisses to the armored Butcher, who had ridden back to the other end of the list, tossing his broken lance into a corner. “Yay, Butcher! You’re the best, snuggle-bunny!”
“Yes, that’s what jousting is really like,” Bliss answered, watching with amazing calmness as Wal
