His squire wove the words spoken aloud into gestures that the knight could understand. ‘He is insulted that the king has matched you in the lists, my lord.’
The knight raises his brow. He signs back. ‘Let him know that I need not my ears to heft a lance.’
It’s always satisfying to unhorse an opponent, but doubly so when they are a petulant little oik like this one.
Paddy Dobson
8th March 2023