“There is, of course, the matter of a certain prince you might like to hear about.” Handy stopped and turned his helmeted head back towards the pony. The stallion’s smile widened. “Did you not find it odd that the tournament was arranged in such a way that the spectacle that brought everypony here in the first place was made unlikely to occur?” he asked. Handy thought about it for a moment. It did seem odd that Blueblood was placed so far away on the tournament table. The human’s desire for vengeance on the stallion was no secret after all. Why would Goldtooth spoil the show by all but ensuring it wouldn’t occur? Unless… he didn't.