>>6339236It is, Cochon d'Inde is a pun too, it is how we call Guinea Pigs in French. And I agree, the laws on witch burnings are very lax in this pagan land. It is a shame.
>>6339297>>6339323>>6339484Nice rolls good sirs. Nice rolls.
>>6339485May the lord preserve us from demonic beings who are born from some strange balls.
====
You had effectively terrorised the vile jew, telling him "Money ? What ! You just kept a demon here, a demonic fiend who throws lightning bolts ! And you pretend that we shall have to pay you ? Give me a free doll and we will do as if nothing happened !" and obtained a beautiful doll of a blonde girl, it apparently was a "special command" of someone called sir Epstein, and was of good quality. You ignored who it was but apparently he was mysteriously dead before having sent a servant to take it so it lied there. So it was thus charged that you traveled to the tournament. And it was on the road that you answered Brother Louis.
-It tried to steal a cabage and to eat it... To pierce the thing with it's teeth... We can call it a "Pique un chou" so people know what it eats, perhaps it is the consumption of cabages that makes this beast able to throw lightning at people.
The Templar seemed to be amused.
-Pique un chou ! Hah, what a ridiculous name... It sounds almost how peasants would call spirits and demons...
-You have any better idea brother ?
-I... Hum... I must think... I...
And with all his wisdom, the brother Templar was incapable of finding something better so you got silently unto the tournament. To be honest it was quite easy to enlist, you had simply to give your name, titles and coat of arms to the heralds, they were well trained and knew the Lordship of Local. They quickly added you, there was more problems with Bohémond, when they asked by whom he was knighted, and when they told that it was by your father they explained that he was not a known knight. You vouched for him and told that you were here and they had to agree... The fact that these pagans dared to be skeptical about the knighting of the French chivalry made you almost furious but you controlled yourself. Still, something made you uneasy, all the knights here seemed to have this armors made of metal plates, and they seemed more solid than your chainmail. Won't you look poor ? Or like some tournament knight rabble ? You were a lord now and had to look the part. Fortunately you knew that if a knight won in a jousting bout he could win the armor and the horse of his opponent, equipment that shall be bought again. With some victories you could perhaps reduce your debt or even gain an armor for yourself.
