A/N Thanks for all the support! And I do not own A knight's tale.
Will won all of his remaining sword matches with ease. The crowd was very enthusiastic towards him and cheered him on along with Anna, Geoff, Roland, and, Wat. In fact, he ended up becoming champion of the sword but apparently that wasn't enough for him.
Will was also doing very well in the joust, winning all his matches some by landslides and others by the last lance. After a certain match Will happened to get a long scratch in the breastplate of his armor. "We should've saved our last penny for the blacksmith." The four went off in search of a blacksmith who could fix it. "Now, I can't pay you now… but I promise you I will, just as-"
"No! Money," the first blacksmith interrupted.
Will then turned to another blacksmith, "Excuse me."
"Cash first, not promises," the blacksmith grumbled. "Go on."
Will continued on to the next blacksmith, "Excuse me, sir."
"You might try the farris," the blacksmith suggested pointing to a female blacksmith across the road.
"A woman?" Will questioned in disbelief. Anna nearly scoffed but held her tongue.
"Beggars cannot be choosers, my lord," the blacksmith replied.
"Thank you," Will said with a sigh as they journeyed over to the female's forge. "Excuse me."
"I don't work for free," the woman with black hair and brown eyes replied shortly as she heated up a horseshoe.
"And I can't joust with broken armor."
"That's your problem, not mine. Each drop of this sweat has a price on it."
"Just as well. They told me I was daft to even ask," Will lied as he started to walk away.
That got her attention, "Who?"
"The other armorers."
The woman put the horseshoe in some water, "Did they say I couldn't do it because I'm a woman?"
"No, they said you're great with horseshoes but shite with armor. The fact that you're a woman wasn't even mentioned." Angry the woman put down the horseshoe and her hammer and grabbed the breastplate from Will.
Within a few minutes Will's breastplate was fixed, sort of, thanks to the female smithy, Kate. With that the Anna, Wat, Roland, Will, and Geoff journeyed back to the lists for Ulrich's next match. Once they arrived Will pulled Geoff aside but not out of earshot of Anna. "Geoff, 'tis my lady." Both Anna and Geoff followed his gaze to a beautiful woman sitting in the lists with the other nobles.
"Oh geez, William, you aim too high," Geoff scoffed.
"Oh if there's another way to aim I don't know it," Will replied completely star struck.
Roland called, "Concentrate," as he patted the horse and secured the saddle.
"What should I say to her?" Will requested of the writer.
Geoff then whispered in Will's ear, "If she doesn't give you her name say: 'Perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.'"
With that Will mounted his horse and cantered over to the lady as she sat with her lady-in-waiting and another noble. Anna shook her head at Geoff, "Do lines like that work where you come from?"
Geoff smirked at her challengingly, "We'll just have to see, won't we?" Both watched the lady's reaction carefully and the lady smiled at Will's compliment.
"Well, I'll be damned," Anna mumbled.
"Perhaps that line would've only not worked on you," Geoff implied.
Anna shook her head with a grin, "Oh no, it would've worked, given the attractiveness of the compliment's giver." She then turned away from a dumbstruck Geoff and walked back to her brother and Wat.
Will rode back a moment later looking very distressed. Anna wondered what had happened. Before she could ask the other knights herald walked out to the center of the list, "Second son of Sir Wallace Percival, third Earl of Warwick. My lords, my ladies…it is with honor I introduce my liege… Sir Thomas Colville." The audience applauded politely as Geoff waltzed to take Colville's herald's place.
"You're good. You're very good," Geoff praised before turning to the nobles. "My lords…my ladies…" Geoff than turned to the peasant portion of the audience, "…and everybody else her not sitting on a cushion…" the peasants all cheered and Anna giggled. "Today…today…you find yourselves equals. For you are all equally blessed. For I have the pride…the privilege, nay, the pleasure…of introducing to you a knight sired by knights. A knight who can trace his lineage back…beyond Charlemagne." Wat put his head in his hand causing Anna to giggle again. "I first met him…atop a mountain near Jerusalem…praying to God…asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword." All while he was talking Geoff walked around and around, playing to the crowd. "Next, he amazed me still further in Italy…when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishings of her dreadful Turkish uncle." The crowd roared in protest of such an injustice. Anna felt a few pairs of eyes on her, wondering if she was the one Geoff was referring to. Not by a long shot. Geoff's voice got softer that everyone had to strain to hear him, "In Greece…he spent a year in silence…just to better understand the sound of a whisper." Silence rang in the lists or a moment before Geoff continued with his voice back at its normal tone. "So without further gilding the lily and with no more ado… I give to you the Seeker of Serenity, the Protector of Italian Virginity, the Enforcer of our Lord God, the one the only… Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein!" The crowd cheered enthusiastically for Will much to the surprise of him, Roland, Wat, and Anna. Geoff's speech had had its desired effect. Will waved politely as Geoff took his bow, "Thank you! Thank you! I'll be here all week."
"Well, that was different," Roland said as Geoff rejoined them.
Geoff just shrugged, "Well, it's time we celebrated our differences."
"Just maybe not in public," Anna suggested.
"You…" Wat told Geoff dangerously.
"Yes, Master Fowlehurst, I'm well aware a good fonging is on the way," Geoff acknowledged.
"Mind if I get in a few swipes?" Anna added causing Geoff to roll his eyes at her.
Geoff kissed the horse's nose for good luck before walking back to Will mounted on the horse, "Now I got their attention. You go and win their hearts."