Kate stood by the fence she could be call to the medical tent. None of the knights had major wounds. The healer mage watch the farmers son gather all the rings on his lance. Lady Katherine clapped excited for the farmer's son. Next was her brother Jonathan his armor was polished to a brilliant shine and previous dents were hammered out. Sir Jonathan was straight in his saddle. His steed was chosen from the fold of his special royal horses. The were bred for battle and often sold to kings and nobles; the were know for their white withers and white coat that glistened rainbow colors in sunlight. Jon gave his steed a pat on the shoulder and swift kick as leaned forward and retrieved all rings but the last one fell off his lance. He swore and cursed as the crowed reacted with oohs of disappointments. Kate broke into a smile.