Jonathan waited his turn he was mentally ready and the unknown known showed prowess and skill in gathering rings and facing many knights in Joust. It was midday and he managed to win all tests of skill. By Midafternoon only two knights had 20 points left.<br/>Jonathan had managed to stay on top by the final rounds. Last joust and swordfight. He called to his squire as the boy handed his lance, "One knight left to best and it is the newcomer. This should be easy, Eh."<br/><br/>The boy lifted the lance over his head, "I would not be so bold. The knight had rung bells of every night bested."<br/><br/>Jonathan shut his visor as sweat was covering pore of his body. He adjusted the lance and shield. He held the reins taught then awaited for the last flag to drop.  A swift kicked his stead spead forward. He lowered his lance expecting his target to be the rainbow-colored knight's shield. Just as he was to place his lance the sun's glare filled the armor and John ducked his head. The lance missed the opposing knight. Jonathan Lyons passed the mark on the lane. He missed and his four-year reign ended in a split second. In his King's Court no second chances. He was stunned he did not feel the strike to his shield.<br/><br/>Sir Jonathan slumped in disbelief.<br/>The young squire tugged at the lance, "My Lord, Sir Let go."<br/>Jonathan shook his head, "What just happened?"<br/>"You missed, Sir."<br/>"I what? Oh damn. I am not gonna lose. I will make up points with my blade."<br/><br/>Lord Jonathan dropped down off hose horse and with a hiss drew his scimitar from a filigree silver sheath. "Draw yur weapon ya not best me this day rainbow knight." He clanked to the center. "Yan not rob me my title this day, newcomer"