A summon to tourney

[Big Kahuna <Big.Kahuna@alpha-mech.demon.nl>]

Tourney field -- Atreides Estate
(Kaitain)
     Following the path a clearing is reached, as
colourfully adorned as the path leading here. Depicting as best the era
of ancient Terra as well as it could've been reconstructed according to
what was left unharmed by the machineminds. Round, pointed tents have
been struck up all around the field and many of the tents are flying the
colours of houses minor and major alike. Campfollowers, dressed as
authentic as could be recreated walk amongst the tents grooming horses or
tending to archaic weaponry.
     Further to the back an open field can be spotted
surrounded by bleachers, flanking the imposing Royal box. All is as
colourfully adorned as the tents and the path, bright flags and streamers
all around the Field of Honour covered in sand and sawdust. The only
feature on the field is something that looks like a wooden fence, again
colourfully decorated in the colours of house Atreides.

Exits:
 Decorated path <NE> leads to Avliyarda Courtyard -- Atreides
Estate (Kaitain)


Charlotte takes a seat in the royal box.

Andrei is ordering around Harkonnen pages at the pavilion bearing the
Harkonnen griffin as he is hoisted into his armour.

Melisande wanders in, twirling the parasol that rests on one shoulder and
glancing around with a smile of approval.

Charlotte settles herself into her seat in the royal box, looking about
the field with a smile on her face. So wonderful of Margot to arrange
such an impressive gathering. She folds her hands in front of her and
sits back, waiting for things to get underway.

Andrei is cussing at a page as his arm gets strapped into armour at the
Harkonnen pavilion. Sitting in a fold-out chair several are busy getting
the suit of armour in jousting condition while a few others are busy
grooming a mighty steed.

Melisande curtsies to the Countess seated in the Royal Box, then
continues her meandering course toward the pavilions where the men are
getting ready for the joust. She doesn't approach too closely, though,
not wanting to get in the way.

Entering from the Avliyarda Courtyard, the Imperial Treasurer is
following a little way behind Melisande, sniffing indignantly to the
people present. His attentions are brought to the Royal box, and he
quirks a brow. <<A royal box not reserved for the Emperor and his
kin?>> he hrms at these interesting Atreides and their little
self-indulgences. The Countess, rather than nodded at, is given a slight
twitch of the head and a cold glare.

Charlotte looks back at Scaurus and only offers him a brighter smile at
his glare before turning her attention back to the gathering
crowds.

Melisande pauses, waiting for Scaurus to reach her side so that she can
lean in close and whisper to him, partially hiding their faces with the
lace of her parasol.

Andrei manages to stand in full armour, black as the night and sporting
blazing gryphons in silver on the chestplate. The helmet a crafter
gryphon with outstretches wings and 2 heads coiled forward, jaws opened
in a screeching way. The man examines himself, stretches and nods in
approval, slapping one of the pages to the ground under much laughter of
the others.

Scaurus does catch up to Melisande with his odd steps, as if waltzing to
his own inward tune, then leans near the Minister of Revels, face stoic
as usual. As she speaks to him, he offers a nod to Andrei, resisting the
urge to smirk. Why must a day out be in the company of people so
intolerable as psychotic Harkonnens, self-indulgent Atreides and foolish
little peasants? Sigh...the trials and tribulations of a Corrino.
Scaurus chuckles, smiling genuinely at Melisande, "I doubt it's
possible...though..." he leans in again and whispers.

Melisande flicks a glance toward the source of the laughter in time to
see the page trying to stand again. Her ever-present smile never faulters
and her gaze lifts to regard the na-Baron Harkonnen. Without drawing her
attention from Andrei, she answers Scaurus, "I should be delighted,
Your Excellency...but would you be so kind as to introduce me to that
gentleman?" Meaning, of course, the vile psychotic
Harkonnen.

Charlotte continues to look about the field, still smiling brightly, glad
to see people joining her and her family for this important occasion. Her
eyes wander the field, searching out various people there. Perhaps people
she's not seen in a good long while; wondering what's become of some and
chuckling lightly at others.

Kainin walks in from Avliyarda Courtyard along the Decorated
path.

Scaurus coughs, clearing his own throat and 'waltzing' his way over
toward Andrei, hands inside the sleeves of his robe. His eyes are colder
than usual, perhaps a little bothered at his being some kind of page to
introduce others, though he does his bit for the lady and rumbles an
introduction, "Lord Andrei Boriovich Harkonnen, na-Baron of the
noble House Harkonnen, I present Her Excellency, Countess Melisande
Optinus-Corrino, Imperial Minister of Revels."
Sveena walks in from Avliyarda Courtyard along the Decorated
path.

Melisande steps forward as she is introduced and sinks into a curtsey,
"My Lord, a pleasure."

Charlotte stands as she notices her daughter enter and holds out a hand
for her to join her in the box. "Dear girl. Happy Birthday."
She smiles brightly.

Kainin notices the Harkonnen antics. He sighs and rolls his
eyes.

Brand steps out into the tourney field, quickly taking note of those in
attendance.

Andrei opens the visor of his helmet and cracks a smile. "Hello
milady....my apologis if I do not bow...the armour would surely cast me
to the ground."

Charlotte stands in the royal box, arms held up in an inviting gesture
toward her daughter who has just entered. A large smile is settled on her
face. She seems in high spirits today.

Towards the Estate and to the side of the Royal box, 3 Atreides guard
make there way into the area, followed by Sveena in a long cloak of deep
sea and forest green. Her long deep red hair is piled on her head and
fall in waves of curls and braids down her body in a caress. She smiles a
beautiful smile at her mother, and makes her way up into the stand,
taking her head, "Why thank you Mother, I'm sorry to arrive at this
time, but a few things kept mm in my rooms for a moment..", she says
in that enchanting voice of hers.

Melisande rises from the curtsey, "I only wanted to wish you luck
today, My Lord. Please, forgive the interruption." She laughs
lightly, "Do you wear a lady's favor onto the field of
battle?"

Scaurus turns to the side, hands still behind his back, and resists the
idea of pushing Andrei over, however incredibly tempting it is. The
Treasurer instead looks toward the new entrants, sighing slightly. Sveena
is made note of, given a momentary glance, eyes then returning to the
entranceway, though his ears are clearly pricked to the conversation
between Melisande and Andrei. <<Corrino flaunting, how charming our
ladies are these days...>>

Charlotte chuckles lightly and offers her daughter a light hug in
greeting. "Of course, dear. I'm sure that it's all well and
good." She releases Sveena and motions for her to sit as she reseats
herself. "What an exciting day." She comments to her daughter.
"I'm sure that it will be quite an interesting 
event."

Andrei pats the armour, clanking the gauntlets against the sheet metal,
finally finding a snow white handkerchief. "My fiancee is the one I
represent....she is unfortunately not here to witness my upcoming
triumph.

Melisande gives Scaurus an amused look as she speaks to Andrei, "A
pity. I'm certain you will...shine, My Lord." Holding out her hand
to the Lord Treasurer, she says, "Shall we take our place on the
stands?"

Scaurus ignores the Minister of Revels for a moment, turning to Andrei
with interest, "Fiancee, Lord Harkonnen? I'd not heard you were
engaged, my congratulations. Who is the lucky lady?"

Sveena smiles once more to Char as she moves to take a seat, moving her
cloak to the side, her starlight eyes move over the crowd, noting who is
and isn't there, More Scarurus to Melisande, to Andrei, and then finally
to the new arrival Brand, she tilts her head to the side a moment before
looking back to her mother and answering in that light voice this day,
"It should be mother, I am still amazed at the change in the field,
but I am looking forward to watching the tourney..."

Andrei grins at Scaurus. "The flower of alvstad master. The only
woman of a birth as noble as myself who could reign me and tame
me."

Kainin frowns at the Harkonnen gloating. And allows himself a smile and
thinks to himself, what a treat it would be to see him lose. He turns and
makes his way to the outside center of the stands and stands at
attention.

Scaurus ah's, tilting his head back and rubbing his hands together,
"I see, I must offer my congratulations to the Lady Alvstad. When is
the wedding day?"

Melisande lets her hand fall to her side, unconcerned by Scaurus'
neglect, and turns around to see the newest arrivals.

Andrei shrugs with a grin. "when we get around to finishing the
circus the lord siridar of Alvstad insists I perform I
guess..."

Charlotte looks over the crowd again, noting Andrei's air of importance
wafting over the throng of people and almost snorting to herself. Those
Harkonnen never change. She turns back to her daughter and nods.
"Indeed, the change is astounding, but I'm sure that it will only
add flavor to the event." She gazes at her daughter for a bit.
"You look lovely today, dear." She comments. "Oh how youth
is such a blessing." She sighs lightly.

Scaurus inclines his head slightly, hrmming, "Interesting,
interesting. Good luck to you in the tourney, Lord Harkonnen..." he
rasps, offering his hand to Melisande now, "My apologies, my lady,
for the slight interruption. I'm sure you have seats already
chosen...?" He stares out into the group of seats, none apparently
reserved for the Corrino. Sniffing indignantly, he leans in to whisper
something to Melisande again.

Sveena turns her eyes back to Charlotte and she chuckles, "Mother
dear, your as lovely as I ever remember you, and father has always said I
am just a reflection of your beauty..", she smiles brightly and then
glances around once more, "And thank you mother, the cloak was a
gift, I'm sure the craftsmanship adds to the cheerfulness of the
day...", she then glances towards Kainin and nods towards the guard
before looking around once more.

Helped by 7 pages Andrei is being hoisted onto his steed, securing his
armoured feet into the stirrups.

Melisande smiles at Scaurus, "I have a gift for the Lady
Sveena...shall we take it up and see what happens after
that?"

Kainin notices Sveena and Charlotte, then salutes them, flashing a
charming grin.

Brand stands off to the side, unfamiliar with those attending the
performance. He speaks quietly to an attendant, then selects a
seat.

Charlotte smiles and nods in response to her daughter's comment. Though,
Charlotte will likely jest about her age until her dying day despite her
great beauty. She turns her attention back to the field and looks around,
nodding to Kainin as he acknowledges them and then to Andrei again, just
shaking her head at the tin-foil soldier.

Scaurus waves his hand, his pale fingers just barely touching Melisande's
own hand, "Certainly, we'll see the true hospitality of the loyal
Corrino subjects..." His lip twitches, and he begins to make his way
toward the Royal Box and Sveena.

Melisande glides alongside Scaurus as they make their way to the birthday
girl and her mother. When they reach the ladies, Melisande curtsies and
offers a gift, a slim carved ivory box. She fully expects a guard to take
the gift and inspect it before handing it to Lady Sveena,
"Felicitations, My Lady."

Charlotte smiles at Melisande as she hands Sveena her gift, allowing her
daughter to speak first. It is, after all, the girl's birthday.

Andrei takes his horse for a spin, practicing a dash or two, galloping
past the left bleachers.

Sveena relaxes a little in the chair, her eyes looking around once more,
she caught sight of Brand, and ponders for a moment, she's seen him, she
seems about to say something to a guard when Melisande and Scaurus
arrive. She looks up and gives Melisande and beautiful smile as she nods
her head gracefully in nods of greeting, while the guard takes the gift,
she speaks softly, "Why thank you Lady Optinus-Corrino, and thank
you for coming..", she then smiles to Scaurus and nods once more,
"Lord Treasurer, thank you for coming as well.. I do hope you both
enjoy yourselves..",she then glances towards Charlotte and smiles,
"Have either of your meet my Mother? Countess
DarLeken-Atreides?", she allows introduction so she can take time to
look at the wonderful gift.

Melisande smiles at Charlotte, "So nice to have you in our fair
city, My Lady."

Charlotte smiles at this. She taught her daughter well, after all. She
offers a hand to Melisande and a nod. "Lady Optinus-Corrino"
she greets her. "It is a pleasure, thank you."

A guard seemingly there for the handling of gifts, with a dark red arm
band, takes the gift from Melisande with a bow and then after a moment
and when Sveena is done speaking hands it to her. The young lady takes
the box and opens it to pull out a beautiful carved ivory fan, very
intricate and delicate, it opens up in her hands and she smiles brightly,
with another nod of thanks, she lets her eyes show the enjoyment the
beautiful piece as introductions are still going on.

Melisande clasps Charlotte's hand politely and then releases it,
"And may I introduce His Excellency, Charles Scaurus, Count of
Hasgraad and Imperial Treasurer." She turns to look at Scaurus,
still smiling.

Charlotte lets go of Melisande's hand and reaches toward Scaurus.
"Lord Treasurer, it is indeed an honor." She smiles all the
more brightly.

Melisande's attention wanders to the field and back, her gaze lingering
curiously on those she doesn't know, wondering who else will be entering
the tournament today.

Charlotte shakes Scaurus' hand and offers her warm smile again before
settling back.

Kainin scratches at his collar, keeping his gaze on the galloping
Harkonnen.

Sveena lays the fan in her lap and smiles towards Melisande once more,
she looks towards Scaurus as well as she speaks, "Would you both
care to join us My Lady, Lord Treasurer?", she asks in that
beautiful voice with another smile as she motions towards the seats in
the box..

Sarah walks into the area quietly, almost shyly.

Andrei rides to the edge of the field, visor of his helmet opened.
Leaning onto the pommel of his saddle he oggles the women in and around
the royal box.

Charlotte nods in agreement with her daughter. "Please do, Lady,
Lord." She adds cheerfully.

Melisande laughs lightly and drops her parasol from her shoulder and
folds it closed, "We would be delighted, wouldn't we, Your
Excellency?" She includes Scaurus' acceptance with her own and takes
a seat, leaving room for the Imperial Treasurer beside her.

Kainin turns his attention to the newcomer and smiles. He scratches at an
itch in his chainmail and goes back into his attention stance.

Charlotte notices Andrei's oggling and frowns quite deeply at him just to
let him know that such will not be tolerated anywhere near her daughter
before she raises her nose slightly and turns her head back to Sveena and
the lot.

Andrei lets out a stifled laugh that echoes within his helmet before his
gaze shifts from Sveena to Melisande.

Kainin allows himself to grin at the Harkonnen. The man may be a jerk, he
thinks to himself, but he does have priorities.

Ekaterina arrives, escorted by liveried page to the field. Easily she
makes her way to the seating, tapping a little book upon her wrist as she
proceeds to make the attempt to gain her bearings.

Sarah stands and watches the goings on in silence, not seeming to know
anyone.

Sveena is sitting in the Royal box, a deep forest and sea green cloak
around her shoulders, a ivory fan that must be a gift in her lap, Behind
her is a guard with a red arm band that seems to note him as taken care
of gifts. next to her is Charlotte and to the side Melisande and
Scaurus.

Sveena dark eyes look around the field once more, after an amused look to
her mothers comment she tries not to chuckle and looks back towards the
entrance, a smile is given to the lost girl (Sarah), and she glances
towards Kainin before they moves over Ekaterina with a smile.

Scaurus does indeed take the offer Sveena gives, with a silent nod, and
then seats himself in the royal-box.

Ekaterina presses her hand to her chest, high, almost unto her neck. From
that point her head pivots, to acknowledge those in the most honored
seating. She takes, as yet, little notice of the field. The lady Sarah,
though, she approaches with a little interest, saying something that is
lost amidst the din of public chatter.

Melisande speaks softly to a nearby guard and asks him to take a message
to the Alvstad Weaponsmaster.

Andrei's eyes are firmly glued upon Melisande now. Given no challenger
has come forward he feels confident.

Brand quirks an eyebrow at the approaching guard, and listens to the
man's message. Upon its completion, the guard hurries back to his post,
and Brand rises smoothly from his seat.

Charlotte nods at Ekaterina as she enters, acknowledging the siridar. Her
smile is warm and inviting on this grand occasion and she looks to be in
very high spirits as she chats with her daughter next to her.

If Melisande notices Andrei's regard, she doesn't show it, except perhaps
in her studious DIS-regard. The color in her cheeks is rosy, but that
just may be the sun. She watches Brand approach, apparently in response
to her message.
Still new to Kaitain and unused to its ways, Brand approaches the Royal
Box with some trepidation. Tentatively, he approaches where the Lady
Melisande is seated.
Scaurus also offers an incline of the head toward Ekaterina, and a little
smirk, favouring the Rastanyev Siridar. He then leans in toward
Melisande, eyes upon Andrei for a moment.

Magnus walks into the Tourney field, slowly, as he looks again, studying
the various people, carefully.

A troupe of trumpeters enters the field of honour, brining to their lips
shiny clarions. In unison they play the call to arms, a sign for all to
take their seats.

Ekaterina appears to be speaking pleasantly her introductions with the
Moritani lady, but favors both the Lady Charlotte and Scaurus with a nods
of her coppery curled head, taking a seat, notably, not in the royal box
as yet. she checks her view of the field, and seems satisfied... the
anonymity of the seating seems to suit her well enough.

Charlotte sits up pertly as the horns sound and looks about, eager for
the competition to begin, always the sports-woman. Her eyes twinkle with
merriment and she smiles at her daughter anxiously.

Melisande fans herself with a lace handkerchief, her attention fixed for
the most part on the tournament field, although she spares a glance or
two toward the nobleman at her side, smiling at Scaurus.

At the sound of the trumpets, a small delegation of Ginaz officials enter
along the adorned path. Hastily they make their way to the Ginaz tent,
which happens to be purple.

Ekaterina takes a seat on the right bleachers.

Brand stops before the Lady Melisande's seat, and bows deeply to her.
Rising, he says, "You sent for me, my lady?"

Elsa emerges from the purple Ginaz tent and heads over, alone, to the
tournament area to seat herself.

Melisande inclines her head to Brand, "Yes, M'lord...I crave an
introduction. I am Countess Melisande Optinus-Corrino, and you
are...?"

In the Royal box, Charlotte turns back to the Lord Treasurer with her
large smile still adorning her face and nods. "Why of course,
m'Lord. We have anything you could ask for. Crab juice?" She asks
and chuckles lightly.

Brand nods. "My name is Brand Klauth-Zhi'ang, Weaponsmaster of House
Alvstad. It is an honour and pleasure to make your acquaintance, my
lady."

Sveena looks around at all those gather for her birthday, or more
probably to watch the games. She smiles and arches an eyebrow about
something said, looking amused but doesn't answer as none seem to be
speaking to her. Those deep eyes look over Brand as he stands near, and
then back towards the others, she nods towards Magnus and Elsa as she
notices them both and settles back to watch as the trumpets
sound.

Under loud cheering of the crowds the band at the foot of the royal box
strikes up with trumpets, clarions and drums as squires carrying the
flags of all great houses walk onto the field of honour. Up from the
proud banner of house Corrino, flanked by the banners of house Atreides
and house Darleken.

Melisande smiles, "Are you not...jousting, today,
M'lord?"

Brand shoots a quick glance to the Harkonnen in the field. "To tell
the truth, my lady, I have never jousted before, although I have read
about it. Perhaps I shall make an attempt today, the idea is certainly
intriguing."
Melisande says, "To be honest, Master Klauth-Zhi'ang, your
reputation proceeds you, and I for one would be keen to see you in
action." She adds, almost as an afterthought, "On the field of
battle."

Scaurus leans in toward Melisande and Brand, while holding out a hand for
the servant, who demurely places a glass of wine inside it, "It
seems as though no one is noble enough to challenge the Lord Harkonnen.
If all goes like this, the man will be without difficulty in winning the
tournament. Not even an Alvstad Weaponsmaster?" He smirks, calling
the man a coward, though not in so many words, and sips his
wine.

Magnus takes a seat, nodding to those that he can recognize, and also
others that are looking his way, studying this event carefully. Some
thoughts are beginning to gather in the back of his head.

"Hear ye! Hear ye! The duchess Atreides welcomes you all to the
tourney in honour of her family who have recently joined her on Kaitain
and especially the lady Sveena Atreides-Darleken, who's birthday today
is...."
The man pauses for drama as the bandmaster prepares his band....
"Before continuing the proceedings..." he continues, "For
your all approval...I wish to introduce to you...the na-Baron
Harkonnen..."
Nodding to the bandmaster a pompous piece of music is being
played.

Brand smiles, and bows again. "And who am I to go against the wishes
of a lady? Of course I will enter the tourney."

On the right Bleachers, Elsa curtseys respectfully at the Lady
Darleken-Atreides briefly, having noticed her attention, and while at it,
offers a curtsey to the whole royal box, a pleasant smile on her
face.

In the Royal box, Charlotte looks out at the field and to the Harkonnen
swathed in metal upon his horse and smirks lightly to herself. she leans
over to her daughter and makes a comment.

Brand nods to Scaurus. "We Alvstad may be better at business than
fighting, my lord, but I for one am not one to back down from a
challenge."

Melisande grins happily, "I shall cheer you on most heartily,
M'lord."

On the right Bleachers, Ekaterina claps her hand and book together,
distracted from the goings-on on field, though she tries to devote
half-her attention there.

Andrei takes his cue and spurs his horse, riding up to the royal box,
brandishing a joustinglance adorned with streamers in the colours of
house Harkonnen. Reigning in his horse before the royal box he dips his
head with a grin and addresses the crowd. "I, Andrei Harkonnen, son
of the greatest siridar alive, Boris Harkonnen have issued a formal
challenge to ALL houses to best me in the joust." He looks around in
the bleachers. "NO challenger has come forward, so I ask will again
make my challenge..." his free hand reaches for the pommel of his
saddle and retrieves an empty gauntlet, throwing it into the sand and
spurring his horse again to one side of the field.

Brand says, "By your leave, my lady." He turns to Lord Andrei
on the field, and calls out, "I answer your challenge, in the name
of House Alvstad."
Unescorted the Lady Andragoras enters the clearing at a carefree pace
down the path. Fashionably late by the looks of things yet, trying not to
make a big entrance at the moment, her green eyes scan the crowd and she
moves toward her fellow Alvst.

Melisande silently applauds Andrei's form of challenge and looks on
excitedly as Brand answers the call.

A loud cheer goes up from the bleachers as the challenge is accepted by
one as well as money that now changes hands, only halted momentarily as a
second challenger enters the field on horseback.

In the Royal box, Charlotte furrows her brow and snorts lightly at the
Harkonnen in front of her. She crosses her arms and sits back, wondering
who let this annoying beast onto the Estate grounds.

On the right Bleachers, Elsa glances to her left for a moment into the
direction of the only man seated nearby to observe his reaction to the
challenge, and then returns her attention to the field.

Sveena returns a graceful nod to Elsa as she turns to listen to her
mother, she chuckles softly and is about to replay, in Andrei comes up,
she looks at the man a moment, and only smiles, about something but leans
back to watch the Challenger, and Challenged. She then looks up a moment,
towards the edge of the field and then back, a knowing smile to her
lips.

Now mounted on a sturdy looking steed, and wearing the heavy archaic
armour, Brand casually tests the balance of the lance under his arm,
unused to such weapons. He reins the horse and walks it about, getting
used to the animal, all the while casually observing his
opponent.

A wryly grin plays upon her Lena's lips as their Weaponsmaster has
accepted the challenge of the na-Baron. It appears she has arrived at
just the right moment, what timing. Pleased that House Alvstad was the
House to actually show up to the challenge she takes a seat and her smile
suggests she may be pleased no matter the outcome.

In the Royal box, Charlotte raises an eyebrow at Brand, amused, perhaps,
that he would challenge the na-Baron and quite curious as to how he'll
fare in such a competition. Her eyes drift over to Tolbert who has
entered the field and she smiles knowingly, but keeps her comments to
herself.

Tolbert quickly rides his own steed onto the field, making his way to the
gathering, the colors of the House Atreides, he prods his horse closer to
the royal box. He wears a simple suit of armor, simplistic but effective,
though just a tad excess given the...celebrations. Coming to a halt under
the royal box, he turns his steed to face the figure, a slight smirk on
his aging features, before turning to the box, offering as much of a bow
as his outfit will allow. "Your Grace... with your permission I,
Polemarch Tolbert, wish to accept the challenges set forth, fully
intending to bring glory and honor upon our most noble house." He
glances back to the others, awaiting response.

Andrei nods to the master of ceremonies indicating he has accepted both
challenges.

The master of ceremonies returns the nod once again takes the field,
accompanied by the band. Picking up Andrei's gauntlet he rasps his
throat
"Ladies and gentlemen. We have 2 challengers to face he lord
Harkonnen on the field of honour. Hence there will be the following
matches> First..the lord Hrkonnen versus the lord Klauth-Zhi'ang,
followed by the lord Harkonnen versus the lord Tolbert and finally the
lord Tolbert versus he lord Klauth-Zhi'ang." he puts in a pause as
the clarions play a call to the ready.
"Matches will be over 7 lances..Winner will be he who has broken
most lances or he who has managed to unseat his opponent. Now...LET THE
GAMES BEGIN!"

In the Royal box, Charlotte smiles at Tolbert and tilts her head. "I
will leave it to my daughter to bestow such upon you, Polemarch
Tolbert." She motions to Sveena with a smile. "My dear, would
you care to allow our good warmaster to take the field against the
na-Baron Harkonnen?"

Sveena tilts her head to the side and then gives a stunning smile, as she
stands holds out a group of silken scarves, in DarLeken and Atreides
colors, she speaks in a deep beautiful voice, that carries wonderfully
well, "Polemarch Tolbert, lower your lance and carry out colors as
it was done of old, and take the honor of our houses into the field of
battle.", She smiles and ties the scarves when the lance is lowered
and hands Tolbert once find scarf to tuck into his armor.

Brand salutes the new challenger, then takes up his position opposite
Andrei in the field.

Andrei rides up to the royal box, sneering at his opponents and stops in
front of Melisande, lowering his lance. "Milady.." he speaks.
"You would honour me if you will allow me a token of your support in
absence of my betrothed."

In the Royal box, Charlotte applauds loudly as Sveena graces Tolbert's
lance with the Atreides colors and smiles brightly at her
daughter.

Tolbert offers a bow, taking the tokens from Sveena, his voice raising as
he responds. "I will carry such with honor, and to victory."
Falling silent, he brandishes the colors proudly, carefully prodding his
horse aside, allowing the first match to proceed without
interference.

Lena arches her brow at that and smirks. She looks around for a servant
as entertainment like this must be accompanied by a favorite
beverage.
On the right Bleachers, Elsa smiles briefly at the sight of the
approaching Harkonnen knight and awaits the Atreides reaction with
interest.

Melisande hesitates a moment, but with a glance at Scaurus (who one may
assume would be less than approving), she rises and attaches a kerchief
of white lace and silk to Andrei's lance.

Andrei nods, retrieving the handkerchief and sticking it behind one of
the gryphon heads on his helmet. Daring to wink at her he slams down his
visor and completing the theatricals makes his horse rear on his back
legs before returning to one end of the field.
In the Royal box, Charlotte frowns at Melisande's gesture, but quickly
turns her attention away and back toward the field, recovering her
brilliant smile, perhaps hoping beneath it all that Tolbert will teach
the Harkonnen a lesson or two.

As the clarions sound the master of Ceremonies calls for the first match.
"Let the lord Harkonnen and the lord Klauth-Zhi'ang enter the field
of honour for a match over 7 lances!"

Lowering himself and slipping the lance under his arm, Brand prepares for
the coming clash. He appears unconcerned and quietly confident.

Andrei takes his lance and weighs it in his hand. his arms sticking out
as he turns towards his opponent. The gauntlet making a fist without the
thumb and with a quick flick of the wrist the thumb is turned
downwards.

 From the bleachers the public openly boohs Andrei for such an
unchivalrous gesture.

On the right Bleachers, Elsa applauds both knights as they enter the
field politely and watches with interest. She glances sideways to the
Alvst audience occasionally and wonders if their smile will stay on for
long.

Brand merely grins at his opponent's show of bravado, adjusting the
position of his lance slightly.

Sveena gives a gentle clap as the horns are blown for start, she leans
back to let her deep eyes watch the match, one might almost think she has
the look of the women who finds the weapon play just a little to
interesting, maybe it's a good thing it's her Birthday and she has to
stay seated..

Andrei spurs his horse towards Brand and lowering the lance into position
as he nears, under the deafening sound of thundering hooves, clanking
armour and a cheering crowd. The lance impacting on Brand's armour, but
unable to unseat the man.

In the Royal box, Charlotte boos as well at the poor show of
sportsmanship that the Harknonnen displays in front of everyone toward
his opponent. She sits forward a bit, waiting anxiously for the match to
begin, perhaps, also like her daughter, a bit too interested in weapon
play for her own good.

Approaching his opponent at a full gallop, Brand readies his lance for
impact. However, the clumsy weapon goes slightly askew, and he suffers a
heartbreaking miss. Brand is pushed over by the impact of Andrei's lance,
but remains seated.

The master of ceremonies shouts "One lance for the lord Harkonnen!
Prepare for your next run!" as the public continues booing Andrei.
Here and there people now dare a little cheer for the 
Harkonnen.

Brand returns to the starting position, attempting to get a better feel
for the lance's position. If he is disturbed by his failure, he does not
show it.

Andrei turns his horse and tosses aside the splintered wooden lance,
getting a new one from one of the pages.

In the Royal box, Charlotte cheers Brand on, encouraging the Alvstad to
best the Harkonnen.

Lena does not join the bandwagon and cheer the Harkonnen rather is
impressed by the demeanor of Master Klauth-Zhi'ang. Much unlike the
Harkonnen and not surprising.

Charging forward, Brand speeds toward his opponent. He is rewarded by the
sound of his lance connecting, but is again buffeted by Andrei's own
lance.

Melisande watches each pass, holding her breath until the crack of the
lances against armor, when she gasps and cheers the combatants.

Andrei thunders down, meeting Brand halfway. Again his lance impacts,
splintering on the breastplate of his opponent, but suffering a hit
himself.

Again the clarions call and the master of ceremonies declares. "Both
riders scored a hit...the lord Harkonnen leads 2 lances to
1"

In the Royal box, Charlotte sighs and seems disheartened, but continues
to cheer Brand on as he sets up again against Andrei.

Sveena tilts her head as long curls fall around her body as she leans
just forward a little, her eyes moving across the field with a smile as
she watches, the smile giving test to the skill of both riders, even if
one is a Harkonnen.

Andrei turns his horse on the other side and again retrieves a fresh
lance.

On the right Bleachers, Elsa has half her attention on the Royal box
which seem to contain several easily aroused warm-blooded nobles. Amused
at the sight she contemplates the emotions these displays of prowess can
so easily evoke, and returns her attention on the joust.

Brand casually tosses the shattered weapon aside. A page runs out and
gives a new lance to Brand, who tucks it under his arm and turns his
horse to face his opponent yet again.

Tolbert remains seated on his own steed, holding up the colors given to
him as he watches the proceedings, his firm features giving no sign of
concern as the Harkonnen gains the lead.

Andrei opening his visor he leaves it open. He points with a mailed
finger to his right eye and with a fierce cry spurs his horse, aligning
the lance perfectly this time, again splintering his lance on Brand's
breastplate without getting hit himself.

Brand gallops head-on, lance ready. The horse missteps slightly, causing
Brand's lance to miss his opponent while Andrei's lance crashes into him.
Brand shudders, but manages to stay mounted. It is evident that he is in
pain, though he attempts not to show it.

In the Royal box, Charlotte nods to her daughter and then looks back to
the field and grimaces at the hit. She remains quiet now, hands clasped
in her lap nervously, hoping that the Alvstaad can at least gain some
dignity back in the next round.

The crowd oohs in concern coming onto their feet in the bleachers as a
very bold commoner dares to throw rotten fruit at the Harkonnen
heir.
"3-1 for the lord Harkonnen!" is announced by the master of
ceremonies.

On the right Bleachers, Elsa touts her lips for a moment at the sight of
the open visor and frowns a little. She glances at the Atreides Lady he
is jousting for to observe a reaction to this unnecessary risk
taken.

Laughing as the fruit hits Andrei tosses the splintered stump aside.
Again he turns his horse and takes a new lance.

Brand turns and acts as though nothing is wrong, although he winces
slightly when the horse jostles him.

Lena's lips move and she sits up in her seat. It's not so much a look of
concern on her face, but serious concentration. Her intense looks fades
however at the sight of the fruit salad on the na-Baron.

Melisande's hand is at her throat in an unconscious gesture of dismay. At
the edge of seat, she waits for the next pass with a look of concern on
her face, but whether for Andrei's foolhardiness or Brand's wounds,
there's no way to be certain.

Brand spurs his horse and charges, lance at the ready. A sudden jolt from
the horse causes Brand to gasp in pain, and his lance is pulled askew,
causing him to miss by a considerable margin. Luckily, his opponent does
not fare much better.

Andrei spurs his horse a bit too casual and halfway his run loses the
grip of his lance, his aim veering off as both jousters gallop past each
other harmlessly.

The master of ceremonies quickly announces. "The score remains
unchanged! 3 lances remain until the end of the match!"

In the Royal box, Charlotte shakes her head and touches her forehead
briefly before looking up again to watch the two combatants reset
themselves for another go. She bites her lip in anticipation.

Tolbert maintains a rather casual look on his features as he glances from
the Royal box back to the field, as if he'd seen far worse, and had only
to wait his turn to get a proper go at the two.

Andrei grumbles and turns his horse around, determined to make this lance
count.

You sense: Sarah is, if you were to look in the bleachers, staring at you
in fascination and has been the whole time.;)

Brand smiles to himself over the last sad round, amused despite his
injury.

Letting out a howl the na-Baron reigns his horse and spurs it, thundering
down the field of honour. The lance on target but at the last moment
missing completely as he loses grip of the wooden weapon. The only luck
being that the weapon drags him out of the striking distance of Brand's
lance.

Brand races down the field, rapidly closing the distance between himself
and his opponent. Through some cruel twist of fate, Brand is again
bounced oddly and his lance completely misses Andrei.

Sveena leans back a moment and winkles her nose as her eyes narrow and
she watches the match, a small finger tipped by a slightly pointed nail
runs over her lips as she taps the new fan on her lap. She shakes her
head either to get a curl out of the way, or at the misses in the match,
it's just hard to tell by the timing.

Lena leans back in her seat as the excitement level has lulled somewhat
and imagines harpoons instead of lances and chuckles to 
herself.

Under the blaring of the clarions the master of ceremonies echoes.
"No change. the lord Harkonnen still leads 3 lances to 1. 2 lances
remaining."

 From Magnus' communicator, a sound can be heard, which Magnus responds
to, and slowly moves off the stands, and the rest of the
grounds...

Brand turns, shaking his head lightly at his catastrophic
performance.

In the Royal box, Charlotte frowns. This wasn't quite what she was
expecting to see nor what she had hoped. She sits quietly with her hands
folded in her lap now, still watching carefully if with a bit less
fervor.

Andrei turns around as well, not at all happy with his last 2 runs down
the field.

Both jousters again gallop towards each other and again miss. Both riders
now get boohed but only the Harkonnen gets fruit tossed at him.

As both riders turn for their final round the master of ceremonies
declares. "No change...The lord Harkonnen still leads....final
lance!"

In the Royal box, Charlotte shakes her head a bit more and leans over
toward Sveena.

Brand lets out a low growl of frustration, and tucks his lance securely
into position. Sighting carefully down its length, he spurs his horse
harder than ever. Concentrating deeply, he slams his lance into Andrei's
armour.

Lena chuckles and is glad to see the Alvst manage a comeback. No one can
say he didn't make an appearance against the Harkonnen warrior.

Andrei gallops down the field one more time this match, confident of
victory and not really aiming his lance. Big mistake as his opponent
manages to splinter his lance onto the gryphons on the na-baron's
breastplate, almost knocking him out of his saddle. as he returns to his
place the Andrei sits in the saddle dazed.

Followed by flags the master of ceremonies enters the field under loud
jubilations. "The winner of this match by 3 lances to two...the lord
Andrei Harkonnen!"

In the Royal box, Charlotte jumps up nearly out of her seat and almost
knocking herself over with the Alvst's hit and cheers. At least he has
managed to gain back some honor. She smiles a bit and look over at Sveena
then at Tolbert with eyes that almost say, 'I should hope you don't make
us look poorly out there.'
Looking weary but unruffled, Brand sits up in his saddle and salutes Lord
Andrei.

Lena rises from her seat and applauds the sportsmanship of the Master
Klauth-Zhi'ang. She motions for a Suk to attend to his wounds and hands
him the pin from her gown that bears the arms of House Alvstad to give to
the competitor that just came up short.

Andrei returns Band's salute grudgingly. "Worthy fight master
KLauth-Zhi'ang. You honour me with your courage."

Tolbert glances as the scene comes to an end, his own thoughts hidden as
he glances up to the Royal box, catching the lady's gaze with a slight
nod before prodding his horse into moving closer to the
position.

On the right Bleachers, Elsa rises to politely applaud the completed
joust and the ..knights, impressed at the discipline of the
steeds.

Melisande cheers the fine show by both combatants, applauding and
watching excitedly as the next challenger enters the field.

Sveena gives Tolbert a small smile and a return nod as she leans back to
watch this round, with another smile to her lips.

Brand calls back over the field, "It appears that the Harkonnens are
not all talk, after all. Well met, Lord Andrei." He accepts the pin
brought from the Suk, and dismounts, waving to the lady Lena in the
stands.

Under deafening cheers and applause pages lead both combatants off the
field to dress their wounds, letting the band play for several minutes to
rouse the populace.
After 10-15 minutes the clarions again sound and the master of ceremonies
again takes the field.
"Ladies and gentlemen! It is my pleasure to present to you the
second match of this tourney between the lord Harkonnen and the lord
Tolbert, representing house Atreides. May the best man win!" he says
looking and pointing at Tolbert.
The crowd again cheers as both combatants enter the field.

Brand strides over to the Alvstad tent to have his wounds
treated.

Lena laughs and sees there's no question with this crowd where that is
concerned.

In the Royal box, Charlotte stands and cheers loudly for Tolbert as he
enters into the field listening to the various cries of 'Atreides!' sound
here and there from the crowd. She smiles brightly and continues
applauding the warmaster.

Andrei awaits his foe on the opposite side of the field. Closing his
visor he grabs a fresh lance, waiting for the signal to ride
forth.

Tolbert moves his horse steadily onto the field, his features showing
that of a hardened, if not slightly past his prime, warrior. He seems to
drown out most of the noise about hims as his eyes focus on the opponent,
his posture straightening as he readies himself.

Tolbert readies his lance, quickly spurring his horse as the judges
signal to begin. His aim appears to be dead on until, thump...a slightly
overzealous stride from the horse knocks his balance off somewhat, his
aim faltering and missing.

Andrei thunders past his opponent, his lance not even glancing the
Atreides' armour.

In the Royal box, Charlotte raises a fist and cries out as Tolbert
thunders by Andrei, not caring a whit for what she looks like to all the
other nobles seated around her. She grrs quietly to herself as Tolbert
misses, however and ries out again in his favor.
"Atreides!"

Andrei reigns in his horse and tosses aside tat unlucky lance, the beam
of wood bouncing off the field. Quickly 2 pages hand him a new
one.

Tolbert grasps the reigns of his steed, turning the horse about and
moving it hastily into place, once again readying himself for action as
he gazes across, appraising his opponent.

The master of ceremonies keeps quiet and only signals the trumpeters to
play the signal.

Sveena stays seated and smiles as she watches the joust. She winces a
little as both miss the first time, a small red tongue held behind her
teeth and lips as she watches the next pass with a bit of
concentration.

Tolbert spurs his horse once again, attempting to control the young
steed's energy as he gallops forward. Alas, this round appears to be much
like the last. Faltering, his lance misses as the Harkonnen likewise
harmlessly strides past him, letting out a slight grumble to himself as
he turns again, his body tensing as he readies himself to actually do
something productive, the next time.

Under loud laughing and chuckling the master of ceremonies tries to shush
the crowd. "No lances broken this round...5 lances
remaining..." he signals the trumpeters again.

Brand sits back and observes the clashes, watching his next opponent
carefully. He seems slightly relieved that they are not faring a great
deal better than he did.

In the Royal box, Charlotte bites her lip in frustration and furrows her
brow. She raises a fist in frustration and shakes it a bit, before
sitting down tenatively.

Tolbert narrows his eyes, urging the horse on as he gallops forward,
lance remaining steadfastly on track as he hurries
closer....closer...finally rewarded by the sound of his lance meeting his
target with a thud, cracking under the impact.

Andrei again gallops down the field, more concentrated this time and
managing to finally break a lance onto Tolbert. but in all his
concentration, he doesn't evade the opponent's weapon, riding through a
cloud of splintering wood to his starting point.

The crowd now goes wild seeing the splinters fly. Clarions again sound as
the master of ceremonies declares. "1 lance all. 4 lances
remaining!"

In the Royal box, Melisande comes to her feet with a gasp, wondering how
badly the men were hurt in the last pass.

Tolbert turns, somewhat appeased by his success, but not allowing that to
overshadow the fact that he allowed a hit to be made upon himself as
well. Taking hold of a new lance, he prepares for the all-too-familiar
charge, once again.

In the Royal box, Charlotte jumps out of her chair just about knocking
over a servant and cries out happily. "Atreides!" She yells
loudly and waves her hands about.

Andrei rears in his hours, dusting the wood fragments off of him before
getting a fresh lance handed to him. Cradling it he turns his horse and
readies for another round.

On the right Bleachers, Elsa watches this joust more concentrated whilst
seated next to the Rastanyev dom-Tsara and a Moritani Lady. She smiles at
the breaking lances and thinks the Harkonnen will keep his visor down for
this one.

Andrei lifts the visor of his helmet again and gallops down the field for
the tenth time. Lance at the ready his aim now seems very steady. Almost
as if the lance is part of his arm he guides the tip towards Tolbert's
breastplate where it shatters.

Tolbert charges forward, doing his best to keep the lance on track until
his grip on the lance falters. Before he can regain his aim, the opposing
lance hits home...and hard. With a grunt, he's knocked aback somewhat,
his horse slowing and trotting as he regains his composure. With a bit of
difficulty, he regains his former stance, firmly taking hold of his
lance, not intending for such to happen again.

Sveena winces once as she leans back as she watches, shaking her eyes as
her eyes move over Tolbert and then towards Andrei, she taps her finger
on her lips on more, and allows her Mother the emotions, at least for the
moment, it seems she is almost studying.

Andrei grins turning his horse and tossing aside the stump, asking for a
fresh lance.

In the Royal box, Charlotte groans and buries her face in one palm before
looking up again as she sits down and sighs to herself.

The master of ceremonies stands again announcing the score. "2
lances to 1 for the lord Harkonnen! 3 more lances to go!"

Melisande had remained standing all through the last pass, but she seats
herself again and calms herself with a glass of wine.

Tolbert turns, leaning forward a bit as he braces himself once more,
turning his horse about and into place, firmly grasping the lance as he
holds the horse back, awaiting the signal.

In the Royal box, Charlotte turns her attention from the match long
enough to notice the Viscounts arrival and nods to him in
greeting.

Andrei let's out a battle cry as he thunders down the field again
,confidence in his posture as he aims the lance perfectly onto his foe.
Coming closer and closer the lance suddenly tips upwards, aiming for the
helmet, but impacting on Tolbert's shoulder. The lance snapping in 2 this
time instead of shattering.

Lena leans over and chuckles with the Master Klauth-Zhi'ang at the events
on the field. "Entertaining to be sure." As if sent a message
she turns toward the path and sees the Viscount approaching the field and
smiles brightly. She beckons him with a wink.

Brand nudges the Suk doctor aside for a moment and stands, saluting his
Viscount, missing the next round completely.

In the Royal box, Charlotte watches the pass and grumbles to herself as
she beats a fist on the arm of her chair in frustration.

On the right Bleachers, Elsa frowns slightly at this round and glances
over to the Royal box to observe any reactions to the na-Baron's
..tactics.

Pers passes the decorated path, his erect and somber pace making an odd
comparison to the wildly waving colorful banners that decorate it. He
boasts a light smile on this day...or at least he does after catching the
beckoning wink of Lena Andragoras. He pauses briefly to offer a
dipped-cape bow to the members of the Royal Box, but proceeds towards the
retainers of House Alvstad straightaway. "At ease, Swordmaster...and
good day to the both of you. I trust I have not missed
much?"

Tolbert charges forward, his aim proving to be a bit off as his
opponent's lance slams into his shoulders. He lets out a slight grunt as
the impact twists his upper torso rather suddenly to the side, his lance
faltering as he grumbles.

Brand shakes his head. "Merely my humiliating defeat at the hands of
the na-Baron over there, I'm sorry to say, my lord
Viscount."

Scaurus dips his head in politeness toward Pers, then looks back to
Tolbert and Andrei on the field, amused somewhat. He turns now, to
Melisande, "Would you care for a wager, my lady?"

The master of ceremonies again calls out the score. "3-1 in favour
of the lord Harkonnen with 2 lances to go."

Sveena arches an eyebrow as she watches the Harkonnen, she shakes her
head at the aim of the lance, but oddly doesn't seem surprised, she gives
watches Tolbert and winces a little at the hit but is glad he is still
staying close in number of lances.

Andrei turns around grasping a new lance, signaling he is willing to
accept Tolbert's withdrawl and spare him further injury and
humiliation.

Melisande fans herself with a frothy lace and feather fan creation,
cooling the blush that has risen to her cheeks with the excitement of the
battle. She takes another sip of her wine and waits breathlessly for the
next round.

Lena waves her hand through the air like a knife. "Oh don't believe
him. He only lost 3-2. What humility. It's almost surprising." She
smirks and snaps a finger at a servant to bring a drink for the
Viscount.

Tolbert turns his horse about slowly, his arm moving slightly as he
checks his shoulder, his features remaining calm, his eyes shifting to
appraise his opponent once again, wincing a bit as he grasps the lance,
taking aim as he awaits the signal.

Pers arches an eyebrow as he turns to observe the field, taking
particular note of the quadrupedal furry creatures that the attending
jousters seem so intent upon riding. "Not to worry, Master
Klauth-Zhi'ang...Alvst training rarely involves such curiosities as the
horse, hmm? I'm sure none would be so foolish to question your
abilities." He observes the goings-on once again before adding,
"More likely, the question is of the na-Baron's tactics." His
smile broadens at the thought of a drink, but then fades once more.
"I suppose they are only serving that wine the Duchess is so fond
of..." he says, a touch of sadness in his voice.

Lena grins mischievously and pulls out a flask from her purse and hands
it to the Viscount. "Well, when in Caladan."

Pers looks approvingly at Lena. "...never forget to bring your own
supply. Officer's thinking, my Lady."

With a slight lurch forward, Tolbert spurs the beast under him to action,
eyes locked on his target as he holds the lance steady, with a bit more
difficulty than before, it would seem. Apparently this run is a bit
kinder to the Atreides though, as his lance hits home, striking the
Harkonnen's chest as it shatters.

In the Royal box, Charlotte jumps once again from her seat, now more of
pogo stick, watching the match and cries out, yet again.
"Atreides!" Certainly making a spectacle of herself, but likley
not really caring.

Andrei gallops yet again, full of confidence as he is sure he has the
hang of things now. Riding closer and closer he indeed manages to score
an impact on Tolbert but is yet again almost thrown out of his saddle by
his foes weapon as it shatters upon him.

As the crowd cheers the master of ceremonies calls out the score.
"4-2 for the lord Harkonnen with one lance to go. Unless lord
Tolbert manages to unseat the lord Harkonnen, the latter will be declared
the winner!"

Brand remains largely neutral in the Alvstad fashion, but claps for the
beleaguered Atreides' performance. He also gives a little wave to Lord
Andrei, just for good measure.

Pers sips lightly out of his vodka, waiting patiently for the Suk to
finish his ministrations before ushering his Swordmaster and attendant
Ambassador towards the bleachers on the right side of the field,
eschewing the peasants from House Johnston who have yet again made a mess
of the left side.

Tolbert is knocked back in his saddle as the Harkonnen's lance strikes,
his features tightening at the impact, but quickly doing what he can to
maintain his posture. Tugging at the reigns, he urges the horse back into
position, a rather odd, if not determined, look on his face as he glances
down to retrieve the final lance, tightening his grip as he offers a
brief gaze to the Royal box, quickly focusing upon his opponent once
again.

Andrei tosses the broken lance aside, fetching his final lance in this
tournament. Confident of victory he yet again offers honourable departure
off the field to Tolbert.

Tolbert grunts quietly to himself as he heaves the lance into place,
bracing himself as best he can for the final round, making it quite clear
he's seeing this thing to completion, whatever the outcome.

In the Royal box, Charlotte leans forward in her seat in anticipation of
the next pass.

Andrei quickly spurs his horse, but halfway reigns it in to a trot and
raising his lance in salute as he passes Tolbert halfway.

On the right Bleachers, Elsa watches this final pass with interest, and
smiles amused at the na-Baron's succesful attempt at working the crowd
once more.

In the Royal box, Charlotte cries out, insulted at the na-Baron's
gesture. The Atreides do not give up! She stands and shakes her head,
waving her fist at the master of ceremony to do something.

Tolbert urges his steed onward, ready to strike until he sees a...salute?
Calming his steed's excitement, he settles back from his posture, not
about to hit an opponent, even this one...in such a fashion. As he moves
his own lance, he watches the figure carefully, offering his own nod in
return, his body still poised for action.

The master of ceremonies shrugs at the lady Charlotte, indicating that
Andrei's pass is legal and even considered honourable given the trashing
Tolbert recieved. He quickly announces. "Winner of this match by 4
lances to 2, the na-baron Andrei Harkonnen!"

Lena arches her brow at the turn of events and grins. That definitely
does not please the home crowd.

In the Royal box, Charlotte throws her hands up in the air and falls back
into her chair in a huff and shakes her head.

Pers, it would seem, is more intent on sampling vodka than on the match.
Nevertheless, he does applaud at the conclusion of the joust, shouting a
hearty, "Well played!" to the na-Baron. Politely, he ignores
the antics of the Lady Charlotte.

In the Royal box, Scaurus rises momentarily from his seat, brushing his
hand in the air toward Andrei, in silent congratulations. Further
congratulations come from the little smile he gives to the Na-Baron,
though its depths remain known only to the Treasurer, who retakes his
seat and leans back into it, "Your champion seems to have one, my
lady. A wise choice, was it not?"

Andrei removes his helmet, grinning broadly and waving to the crowd that
returns his appreciation only lack lustre while he rides up to the Royal
box. Staring at Charlotte he grins. "Seems I won your little tourney
Countess. Now..was that half my weight in precious stones with or without
armour?"

Melisande folds up her fan and tucks it away, freeing her hands to
applaud the winner of the contest, grinning at Andrei as he approaches
the royal box. Her gaze then flickers to Charlotte, still
smiling.

Sveena watches Andrei as she pauses before her mother. She arches a small
eyebrow, but doens't say anything as she wasn't spoken too.

Charlotte looks up at Andrei and sighs slightly. A deal is a deal after
all. "Without, na-Baron. I'm sure that your muscle alone is enough
to weigh down the largest of sails on a windy day." She motions to a
servant to gather the prize. "My congratulations to you. The match
was well fought." She admonishes, though in no more than an
obligatory manner.

Tolbert relinquishes his lance to a nearby attendant, reaching up to
remove his own helmet. Offering a nod to the na-baron, he speaks.
"Well fought, Milord. Congratulations." He then leads his horse
to a nearby side area as he catches his breath, an occasional wince
crossing his features as he shifts on the steed. He occasionally glances
back to listen to the goings-on, his expression remaining somewhat
neutral.

Andrei smiles and bows his head at the countess Darleken and then holding
out his hand to Tolbert. "At least you had the guts to come out
there and face me master...I salute you."

Fahahd can't entirely stifle a small snort.

Pers's eyes slip to his left, a smile creeping across his face at the
other Harkonnen's reaction.

Much like Fahahd, Scaurus allows a snort/laugh within the royal box,
leaning in closer to Andrei, as regally as befits a Corrino, and in that
raspy voice asks of him, "Did you train long for the tourney, my
lord, or is your ability inherited from the masterful military power of
House Harkonnen?" he glances to Fahahd at saying this, hiding a very
large grin.

Tolbert glances from the box back to the Harkonnen, a slight smirk
forming on his otherwise placid features as he extends his hands,
speaking in reply. "Well fought, Milord. It was a most...interesting
encounter. My congratulations once again."

Lena's spirits are not lessened as a result of the tournament and looks
around for another drink. After all, it's just boys fun. "Delightful
bit of sport, don't you agree Your Lordship?"

"If a bit dry," Pers agrees, his pun perhaps lost amongst a
host of people more used to a) solid ground, and b) less consumption of
alchohol than the good Viscount. "Nonetheless, I must be sure to
convey my thanks to the Duchess for such an entertaining
day."

Andrei nods to Tolbert before turning to Scaurus, rubbing his chin
thoughtfully. "Well...it wasn't so much training to joust as well
sheer brute force...and loads of luck...which reminds me..." he
trots his horse near to Pers and retrieves the handkerchief from the
inside of his arm guard. "Can you please give this to my betrothed
lord-admiral...it has brought me luck..."

In the Royal box, Charlotte looks back at Scaurus with a bit of a frown
as she overhears this, but tries to maintain her dignity as she is handed
the prize and turns to Andrei to present it. "na-Baron
Harkonnen." She nods deeply as she hands over the rich velvet bag
filled with gems likely from the Atreides mines. "As you are the
winner of this tourney, I award you with your prize." She hefts the
bag almost easily. Obviously quite well excersized for a woman and of her
age.

Pers inclines his head and leans forward to withdraw the kerchief,
recognizable to him as belonging to the Lady Caeciliah. "I shall
indeed, na-Baron. My congratulations for a successful day of sport; I am
certain your father will be quite pleased."

On the right Bleachers, Elsa glances over at the exchange of
handkerchiefs and wonders how many more the na-Baron may hold up his
sleeves, before curtseying to Sarah and rising to go and congratulate the
Lady Darleken-Atreides on her birthday.

Sarah quietly leaves.

Brand stands up from his place on the right bleachers.

Andrei recieves the bag of gems with a grin, looking inside the bag and
selecting a heavy emerald. Wrapping it in Melisande's kerchief he hands
it to her with a grin. "For cheering me on..." he replies with
a wink.
Then spurring his horse back to the pavilion he passes the bleachers and
tosses the gems into the crowd. Finally as greed wins people cheer on the
na-baron while he disapears into the Harkonnen pavilion.

Fahahd makes his way slowly down from the seating, moving towards the
Harkonnen pavilion.

Rising from the right bleachers, Brand carefully makes his way back to
the ground, then walks over to the Royal Box. Eyes cast downward, he
approaches the Lady Melisande.

Melisande takes the offering with a look of surprise, "My Lord...it
is too much." She keeps her handkerchief, but attempts to return the
emerald.

Sveena watches the giving of gems and then turns her eyes back around
towards the others as many raise, for now, she stays in her seat, her
eyes move after the na-Baron and she shakes her head a little, atleast he
can win a crowd, she chuckles once and then gives Tolbert a smile before
looking back to the people moving towards the royal box.

In the Royal box, Charlotte turns to the remaining throng of people and
announces. "For those who wish to join us, we will be receiving
guests inside and serving refreshments in honor of my daughter's
birthday. I hope you will see fit to stay a while and enjoy yourselves at
our expense." With that she turns and smiles at her daughter before
departing the stands with a nod at those present to make her way onto the
field.

Lena walks over to the side of a Viscount and looks up at him after
seeing the exchange between the na-Baron and the Lady. Her face is stony
and expressionless, an Alvst's for the first time this day.

Scaurus quirks a brow, then leans closer to Melisande, and looks up at
Brand, waving his hand dismissively and responding for Melisande,
"The Lord Andrei is a consummate warrior, my lord. You met your
Alvstad standards and ability as a Weaponsmaster, however, which does you
credit," he looks sidelong at Melisande, who is doing far more than
the Corrino neutrality expects. There's a difference to being neutral and
openly backing both sides.

Pers looks towards Lena and the Alvstad contagion spreads, his own face
assuming the stoic expression of neutrality so often seen 
there.

Brand shakes his head, turning to Scaurus. "If only I could dismiss
it so easily, my lord."

Tolbert eventually dismounts, wincing a bit as he turns about, a slight
chuckle escaping his lips as he watches the proceedings. Glancing back to
the Royal box, he offers a respectful bow, leaving whatever comments or
explanations he may have for another time.

Sveena begins to stand after a nod to her mother, she smiles once more,
before listening to the conversion at the box, a small arched eyebrow
about something or another, she has been oddly quiet, but then maybe she
doesn't like getting older.. who knows.

Scaurus frowns visibly now, looking down toward the Viscount Alvstad and
his contingent. His face speaks clearly: He's slightly vexed by his most
un-Alvstad behaviour.

Melisande shakes her head and sighs in amusement at Andrei, then turns to
face Brand and moves close to whisper to him...

Charlotte stops next to Tolbert and offers him a nod. "You did well,
Polemarch." She smiles though a bit ruefully. "The Harkonnens
are, after all, supreme warriors." She seems to make an excuse
though it really isn't needed before smiling and heading 
inside.