Winning Another Kind of Joust
Chapter 1
Not A Wedding
(Editor's note: I do not own a Knight's Tale or the related characters. I do however own the plot line behind this story and will not be a happy camper.)
In the Medieval times a noble sport arouse.
Embraced by noble and peasant fans
Alike though only nobles could compete.
The Sport was jousting.
"It was there I met a pretty lass who said her name was – "We know you're going to insert Jocelyn here so Will please I beg of you quit singing the song!" Kate teased him a sparkle in her brown eyes. Her long brown hair bounced down her back in a braid. "Don't you like the lyrics I made them up me self." Will said. Will had chin length blonde hair and blue eyes he returned Kate's smile. "Sir William Thatcher has gone into Poetry even though he sounds like an idiot?" Roland said getting in on the joke. Roland had brown thinning hair and brown eyes he was slightly over weight but that didn't really matter. "Excuse me I am the writer and there is no other!" Geoffrey Chaucer said indignantly. Geoffrey had short dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. "Geff we know calm down or I'll rip your heart out." Watt said grinning nobody could tell if he was serious or joking.
Prince Edward or the Black Prince of Whales as he was known commanded that Will and Jocelyn be married in the church in London so that he could attend the wedding before he joined his armies in the south of France.
Will had met Edward when he jousted against him in the tournament for him. Will had pretended to be of Noble birth to compete. It was through jousting he met his wife to be Jocelyn and his fierce enemy Count Adhemar of Anjou. Adhemar wanted the tournament winnings for himself and Jocelyn. Adhemar did everything he could to prove that Will was a fraud and not of noble birth. He did so but only to prove unsuccessful on both the accounts of the lady and the tournament. Prince Edward released Will and declared him a Knight. Will faced Adhemar once more and won the tournament. Jocelyn's father had been much more pleased when Will won and so made a marriage contract with Will instead of Adhemar. With the announcement of Will & Jocelyn's marriage Adhemar returned to his home to Anjou. He was off to seek bigger trophies to place on his mantle piece.
Will, Roland, Kate, Watt and Geoffrey rode into London that morning for the wedding was to take place that evening. Jocelyn and her father Lord Howard had arrived in London the previous week.
"Change the stars he says and we still be poor men and him rich!" Watt complained. "No Watt you're not poor anymore its called freeloading child learn to use that word." Geoffrey said. "I bet you five bucks he doesn't know what freeloading is." Roland chuckled. "I do to!" Watt said indignantly. "You have a poor men's education I highly doubt it." Kate added jumping in. "I'm telling you all now that if you don't shut your mouths I'll flog you!" Watt growled. "Come on guys let's try to make this happy." Will said teasingly. Kate grinned.
Will stopped his horse as two men were in his way. They were part of London city's guard. "Are you Sir William Thatcher?" The leader asked. Geoffrey got off his horse. "Who seeks him?" "Never you mind herald." The man said impatiently. "Are you or aren't you sir William Thatcher?" The second man demanded. "Who wants to know!" Geoffrey insisted. William got off his horse to intervene. "I am Sir William Thatcher." Will said cautiously. "Then I have a message from my master." The man said. "Who is your master and what is the message?" Will asked puzzled. "Edward told us to give you this." The man punched Will so hard in the face that he was knocked back words. That did it. Watt, Katie, and Roland got off their horses to join the battle. Only the two men dressed as ten more men joined guards.
Willl struggled and fought but a bag was placed over his head and his hands were bound before he was shoved into the bottom of a boat. Kate was second to get the bag over her head and her hands bound she was thrown right next to Will though she didn't know it. Dear old Geoffrey was third and he gave them a run for their money. But just as the others he too had a bag over his head and was bound before being thrown next to Kate and Will. Roland was fourth to go. He punched and kicked fought and tried to keep the others from going but alas he too got a bag and bound next to his companions. Watt was last to go. If Chaucer had given the men a run for his money Watt certainly had. Watt used every kind of fighting and weapon available known and not known to man including his teeth. It took all twelve men to tackle him down and tie a bag around his head. They were having trouble tying his hands and needed to be going. "Problem solved Darser." Lowry one of the twelve men. Darser was their Captain and the first man to speak. "What is it?" Darser grunted. Darser was a chubby man with pale white skin and no hair. He had blue green eyes. "This." Lowry kicked Watt on the side of his metal boots. "English the clothing they where eh?" Lowry asked Darser as they bound Watt's hand. "Shut up you imbecile in case you didn't knock the fighter out." Darser growled. They took Watt and loaded him onto their ship.
Captain Darser took his orders from a man named Edward Hellslinger a man who was from England but grew up in France. Edward lived twenty miles outside of Paris because he was a wizard and many sought out his help or his death. But he knew of one who could help him and that was Sir William Thatcher.
It was four-day journey by boat from England to France and it was a cloudy one. The companions were awake and the bags removed but their hands and feet were still bound. They took a path from the shipyards into the Woods for the long way to Paris (ten days journey). Then it was another twenty before they'd reach Edward's own private castle. The prisoners were thrown into a dungeon before their bonds were cut. They would be kept waiting for two days before they met their captor.
Chapter 1
Not A Wedding
(Editor's note: I do not own a Knight's Tale or the related characters. I do however own the plot line behind this story and will not be a happy camper.)
In the Medieval times a noble sport arouse.
Embraced by noble and peasant fans
Alike though only nobles could compete.
The Sport was jousting.
"It was there I met a pretty lass who said her name was – "We know you're going to insert Jocelyn here so Will please I beg of you quit singing the song!" Kate teased him a sparkle in her brown eyes. Her long brown hair bounced down her back in a braid. "Don't you like the lyrics I made them up me self." Will said. Will had chin length blonde hair and blue eyes he returned Kate's smile. "Sir William Thatcher has gone into Poetry even though he sounds like an idiot?" Roland said getting in on the joke. Roland had brown thinning hair and brown eyes he was slightly over weight but that didn't really matter. "Excuse me I am the writer and there is no other!" Geoffrey Chaucer said indignantly. Geoffrey had short dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. "Geff we know calm down or I'll rip your heart out." Watt said grinning nobody could tell if he was serious or joking.
Prince Edward or the Black Prince of Whales as he was known commanded that Will and Jocelyn be married in the church in London so that he could attend the wedding before he joined his armies in the south of France.
Will had met Edward when he jousted against him in the tournament for him. Will had pretended to be of Noble birth to compete. It was through jousting he met his wife to be Jocelyn and his fierce enemy Count Adhemar of Anjou. Adhemar wanted the tournament winnings for himself and Jocelyn. Adhemar did everything he could to prove that Will was a fraud and not of noble birth. He did so but only to prove unsuccessful on both the accounts of the lady and the tournament. Prince Edward released Will and declared him a Knight. Will faced Adhemar once more and won the tournament. Jocelyn's father had been much more pleased when Will won and so made a marriage contract with Will instead of Adhemar. With the announcement of Will & Jocelyn's marriage Adhemar returned to his home to Anjou. He was off to seek bigger trophies to place on his mantle piece.
Will, Roland, Kate, Watt and Geoffrey rode into London that morning for the wedding was to take place that evening. Jocelyn and her father Lord Howard had arrived in London the previous week.
"Change the stars he says and we still be poor men and him rich!" Watt complained. "No Watt you're not poor anymore its called freeloading child learn to use that word." Geoffrey said. "I bet you five bucks he doesn't know what freeloading is." Roland chuckled. "I do to!" Watt said indignantly. "You have a poor men's education I highly doubt it." Kate added jumping in. "I'm telling you all now that if you don't shut your mouths I'll flog you!" Watt growled. "Come on guys let's try to make this happy." Will said teasingly. Kate grinned.
Will stopped his horse as two men were in his way. They were part of London city's guard. "Are you Sir William Thatcher?" The leader asked. Geoffrey got off his horse. "Who seeks him?" "Never you mind herald." The man said impatiently. "Are you or aren't you sir William Thatcher?" The second man demanded. "Who wants to know!" Geoffrey insisted. William got off his horse to intervene. "I am Sir William Thatcher." Will said cautiously. "Then I have a message from my master." The man said. "Who is your master and what is the message?" Will asked puzzled. "Edward told us to give you this." The man punched Will so hard in the face that he was knocked back words. That did it. Watt, Katie, and Roland got off their horses to join the battle. Only the two men dressed as ten more men joined guards.
Willl struggled and fought but a bag was placed over his head and his hands were bound before he was shoved into the bottom of a boat. Kate was second to get the bag over her head and her hands bound she was thrown right next to Will though she didn't know it. Dear old Geoffrey was third and he gave them a run for their money. But just as the others he too had a bag over his head and was bound before being thrown next to Kate and Will. Roland was fourth to go. He punched and kicked fought and tried to keep the others from going but alas he too got a bag and bound next to his companions. Watt was last to go. If Chaucer had given the men a run for his money Watt certainly had. Watt used every kind of fighting and weapon available known and not known to man including his teeth. It took all twelve men to tackle him down and tie a bag around his head. They were having trouble tying his hands and needed to be going. "Problem solved Darser." Lowry one of the twelve men. Darser was their Captain and the first man to speak. "What is it?" Darser grunted. Darser was a chubby man with pale white skin and no hair. He had blue green eyes. "This." Lowry kicked Watt on the side of his metal boots. "English the clothing they where eh?" Lowry asked Darser as they bound Watt's hand. "Shut up you imbecile in case you didn't knock the fighter out." Darser growled. They took Watt and loaded him onto their ship.
Captain Darser took his orders from a man named Edward Hellslinger a man who was from England but grew up in France. Edward lived twenty miles outside of Paris because he was a wizard and many sought out his help or his death. But he knew of one who could help him and that was Sir William Thatcher.
It was four-day journey by boat from England to France and it was a cloudy one. The companions were awake and the bags removed but their hands and feet were still bound. They took a path from the shipyards into the Woods for the long way to Paris (ten days journey). Then it was another twenty before they'd reach Edward's own private castle. The prisoners were thrown into a dungeon before their bonds were cut. They would be kept waiting for two days before they met their captor.
