On a cold January day with the mists from the River Thames being dispersed by the soft seasonal zephyrs, barely bothering the banners and flags of the festivities, the most important man in England lay motionless on the tilt dirt.
He could not move with the pounds of gold- and silver-embossed armour holding him to the ground like a vice, even if he was conscious, which he was not.
The crowd having gone from rapturous delirium to a silence, within the blink of an eye, only broken by the cries o.
On a cold January day with the mists from the River Thames being dispersed by the soft seasonal zephyrs, barely bothering the banners and flags of the festivities, the most important man in England lay motionless on the tilt dirt
