The thunder of hooves filled the stands with cheers and chatters of excitement and horror. The two jousters charged at each other, lances pointed forward.
Carey watched as the knight bearing his blue flag was quickly knocked to the ground by the other one bearing a black flag. The blue knight crashed to the ground, lance broken right in half.
Many people in their seats jumped up and cheered, clapping each other on the back. Others though sulked, seeing as they had just lost their silvers in the bet, and some even ran down to go help the jouster lying on his back, not moving.
Carey suppressed a laugh as one of the cheering men spilt his pint all over his pot belly and he quickly rushed down to buy another one.
But as Carey saw the disappointed faces on the spectators who lost, she did not feel sorry.
She could just tell by the size of the knights that the black knight had much more physical strength and was larger in size. The blue knight did not stand a chance.
Carey had learnt everything about jousting from her father, Rupert, since her mother had died. By her age of 10, Carey knew it all; the proper was to hold a lance, how to ride and balance a lance at the same time, and which knight in a tournament had the better possibility of winning.
Rupert was very skilled as well. He was a jousting knight and darn good at it. He had never won too many of his jousts, just enough to put food in their mouths.
Carey decided to go find her father and check up on him, since he was next up.
Running she dodged her way threw the crowd, looking for the tent. She passed blacksmith and first aid tents until she heard her father's blacksmith and closest friend, Morey.
"Hold still Rupert!" He laughed, "Cannot be jouster with your knickers in a twist!" He said putting the armor on.
"Father!" Carey called.
Rupert turned around and smiled. "There's my girl."
She ran into his arms and he lifted her up and rested her on his hip.
"Shouldn't you be in the stands? Cheering us on?" Morey teased.
Carey threw him a sarcastic look.
Rupert put her down. "He has a point."
"I will go back soon, I was just checking up on you." She remarked.
He kissed her on the forehead, "I'm fine honey, besides I should be the one checking up on you!"
"Uh, I hate to interrupt this family moment, but your joust starts in five minutes!" Morey's muffled voice came from behind a box full of different armor.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming." Rupert said over his shoulder. He tuned back to Carey. "Here take this, I don't want to loose it." He pulled a silver necklace with a cross in the middle out from his armor. "I leave it in your responsibility"
"I won't loose it father." Carey beamed. Then she turned and ran back to her seat, excited for the match to start.
