Argent, a chevron azure, was the device emblazoned on the shield of Sir Dexter (who was not terribly popular with the jousting fans). Dexter, they said, often jousted “dirty” and performed assorted unknightly deeds.
A bead of sweat dripped from Monty’s chin. The damned eye slits were out of alignment again, Monty couldn’t see more than a foot of his own lance. Suddenly, the trumpet sounded to start the match.
By tilting his head, Monty could barely make out Sir Dexter, already thundering down the list!
Match called because of Snowball. House cats are a common hazard in Mouse Jousting.
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
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