"We're champions Will, can you believe it." cried Wat from near the cart as he pulled out a sack of gold and stuffed his pocket with it. "Now, I don't know 'bout you but I'm going straight home and right to the pub, treat myself to a meal fit for a king and sleep for the next seven days." Roland grinned and nodded.
Will sat nearby listening to Wat's plans deafly for his mind was somewhere else. I need to win that tournament in Normandy to be officially world champion. He thought. He got up "Well we've come this far might as well walk the next forty miles to Normandy." Roland and Wat stared at him in astonichment, "you're crazy," said Roland and Wat joined in. "Look we just walked all the bloody way from bloody Yorkshire and now you want us to bloody give up our rest for your bloody trophy?" Wat screamed. "Will, there's always gonna be another tournament." Added Roland. "Yes, but this is in France if you think we've already got enough fame here then think of all the fame we'll get there." Will opposed.
Wat started to swear out of frustration. "I don't give a git about you're fame. Livin' like kings in England is enough for me," yelled Wat. "But Chaucer is in France too, maybe we'll meet him there." William tried to convince Wat. "Chaucer is in France because of a gambling tournament, besides he'll probably come home stripped of his clothes in about two weeks, I'll bet you that." reminded Roland. "But Chaucer needs us to gamble if we're there then he'll have something to gamble over." said Will. "Oh, so this is all a gamble now?" Interrupted Wat.
"Listen, nobody in France cares if you're a king in England because they're so bloated with pride that the Pope is on there side." reminded Roland. "Well I know of a way we can stop Chaucer from returning home empty handed," a smile grew on William's face, "we'll just have to go to France an let him bet on us." William picked up his bags and loaded up on the cart and started to ride the horse. "You don't have to come you know." William told Roland. "Will you know you need me." Roland said. "I always did." William smiled. "God love you William." Roland sighed. "I know, I know no one else will." William laughed and began to walk the horse. Wat reluctantly followed. " Good lord save me." He moaned.