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As the feast ended, the tournament began. Trystan, sobering up already from all the ale and wine he drank, asked a stable boy for his horse. When the stable boy brought out his courser, he approached and traced a gentle hand along its mane and side. With one swift move, he mounted his horse and kicked off, trotting into the tournament grounds. 

As he arrived, his eyes scanned the stands. He found the royal family and he offered his greetings. Bowing to the king, queen and princess. Then, his eyes carried on. Scanning the stands where his family sat, he found Lyra. He looked squarely at her, holding on to his sword with his weaker left hand and the horse with his stronger right, he kicked the horse up to where it stood on its hind legs and spun in a small circle. To those unbeknownst to the fact that he has feelings for Lyra, they would think he is doing this for his family. A display of prowess, so to speak. Once he was facing the royal family again, he settled his horse and waited for the other lords to arrive.