— The Age of Chivalry The day of the Mayday tournament had arrived. D’Arenson rode into the jousting field of Carcassonne, head held high in his iron helmet, the banners and sashes displaying his colors of red and yellow flowing in the breeze behind him. He held his lance high as his charger pranced, demonstrating his prowess and valor. His shield was emblazoned with his family’s crest, the family he intended to honor in today’s jousting. He was favored to win the competition, and he appeared every inch the champion. He was followed by his squire Marcel, who led his palfrey, loaded with necessary equipment for the competition. D’Arenson halted in front of his tent that Marcel and his other pages had erected the day before, dismounted, and rested on a stool as Marcel bustled about, making preparations. D’Arenson removed his helmet, revealing his bright red hair that betrayed a strain of Basque blood coursing through his veins. He would fight to the death, however, any man who accused him of being less than completely loyal to the Duke of Carcassonne and the French crown.
