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Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

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The Sky
Legranec was not at all surprised by Gautier's victory. To defeat the offspring and, incidentally, the GM's character of this opponent in such a competition would have been a great stroke of luck. In any case, losing to such a person is not a disgrace. At least, Aurelius managed to tap Gautier on the head.
- A worthy victory, congratulations, - said Cassius, approaching Gautier and extending his hand.
-- It was an honor to fight you, Cassius Aurelius! -- Gautier responds to the handshake. -- And I am glad that soon we will not be rivals, but comrades, but before that -- we will meet again in the final of the foot tournament!
-- Yes, gentlemen, you fought well, -- Osbert joins the conversation. -- But, I swear by the Void, I wouldn't want to repeat these clashes...

-- So, gentlemen winners! -- the seneschal, regent, and wife of the latter arrive at the lists on horseback. -- Under this sky, all those gathered greet you, for in this brief moment, none can compare to you in honor.
-- And your ancestors now know that nothing that brought you here was in vain -- the regent adds, so that only they can hear. -- May these medals serve as proof of your valor and a reminder that your existence was not in vain.
Shaking hands with each of them, the regent hangs medals around their necks: gold, silver, and bronze -- perhaps not the most exquisitely designed or too heavy, but undoubtedly something that only a tiny percentage of those who have ever lived have been awarded.
-- And so that your deeds do not end today, on behalf of Arran, I present you with a spear, a sword, and a shield.
Cassius receives a sword.
And also, having defeated the merciless ladies' court, Gautier, Demetey, and Raimund receive knightly belts from the hands of the regent.

Finally, all the participants were invited to make a ceremonial lap around the lists, so that the lords, ladies, and people could remember the images of the fighters who had colored this cold March day with the invisible colors of valor, blood, and chivalry. Some, starting with the Nameless, however, declined this procedure.

Preparations for the foot tournament begin.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers