Chapter 4
Jon was nibbling away at some salt pork and bread for breakfast. Jon swept the crumbs from his tunic and put on his armor, making his way to the tourney grounds. The herald had disappeared, replaced with a taller one. This one began to list the final bout. "Loras Tyrell versus the Knight of Sweetsong!" The crowd cheered quite loudly.
When he had mounted his destrier, he noted the Flower Knight's armor. Gold ornate armor with a cloak of roses, an ornate golden helm with a rose crown on top. He carried his sister Margaery's favor, while Jon carried Desmera Redwyne, a fair maid of four and ten,'s favor. He was breathing heavily, nervous. Loras Tyrell was famed for being the greatest jouster of his generation.
When his destrier began to gallop, things slowed down. Lors brought down his lance, and, in anticipation of Jon's next move, begin to move his lance to the expected position of Jon. But Jon instead began to duck while simultaneously keeping his lance steady.
The resounding crack and explosion of cheering caused Jon to assume he'd been knocked from his saddle. But when he realized he was still astride his horse and Ser Loras was lying on the ground. Jon couldn't believe it. His instincts had won him against Ser Loras.
When Jon collected the prize and then the ransom from Ser loras eyed him with jealousy. "You, how could a hedge knight beat me? Tell me, are you Ser jaime in disguise? No, you're not broad enough to be him. Tell me, who are you? I would like to know the name of the man who beat me so resoundingly. But Jon just shook his head politely, grabbed the ransom, and turned to leave when Loras grabbed his shoulder and moved to remove his helm. Jon moved to slowly, and the helm came off. "Who in the seven hells are you?" He queried, staring him down. Jon snatched up his helmet and said, "I am no one you need to know, ser." With that remark, Jon swiftly left and returned to his hideout to gather his belongings.
Jon was near the tree by the road, putting his sacks away on his pale palfrey when he noticed two Tyrell guardsmen moving along the road. One of them spat on the road and remarked, "I don' even know why Loras is having us search for this mystery knight. Most times they just disappear with the earnings." The other one stopped and eyed Jon, then the shield. Jon had only moments to react, so he swiftly took out the bastard sword and parried the spearman's attack instinctively. Then he smashed the pommel on the temple of the men and swiftly turned to meet the shortsword with a swift riposte and chop at the man's side, causing a dent and a curse before Jon hit him deftly with his fist, tripping the man when he stumbled back and kicking him in the side of the head. Both men stayed unconscious for a few minutes, and by the time they awoke, Jon had long since ridden off to the next tourney.