There was already night when he reined in his horse at the edge of the wide Ashford camp. 60 pavilions were erected on the field.

As beautiful as those pavilions were, he knew there was no place for him there.

If he camped there he would have to harden in silence the mockery of the lords of the great houses.

A hedge knight needs to hold on tightly to his pride.

On the outskirts of the large meadow, almost a kilometer away, he found a place where a bend in the stream formed a deep lagoon.