Carey found her seat and sat down, awaiting the match.

She looked out and saw that the challenger was ready and waiting for Rupert.

He looked physically fit and was about the same size as her father so she knew he had a pretty good chance.

Finally, Rupert came out to the runway, all suited up.

Carey crossed her fingers as both knights took their positions.

The marker waved the flag and both knights were off.

Rupert kept his lance steady over the horse's neck pointed exactly where it needed to be.

The other knight charged forward as well.

Then suddenly, Rupert's horse tripped causing him to loose his balance and drop his lance.

At the same moment, the opposing knight smashed the lance into Rupert's face.

Carey gasped as her father fell forward off the horse and was trampled, his ribs snapping under the horse's weight.

Everything began to slow down, Carey screamed and ran down just as Morey was running onto the path.

Carey quickly undid Rupert's helmet allowing him to breath easier.

Rupert's face was bloody and a huge gash in his head was oozing blood.

Tears flowed out of Carey's eyes. "Father?"

Rupert squinted his eyes open. "Carey." He sputtered blood up.

Morey to was now beside them along with some spectators weeping and gasping at the site of him.

Carey grasped his hand, "I'm here." She whispered.

Rupert tried to smile and suddenly he went limp. No life could be found in him.

Carey cried more tears and put his hand to her face.

Morey was crying as well and some of the watchers went to go tell the officials that they had just lost a knight.