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was all wanting a real knight and maybe even Sir Conrad.

But I found me another sensible widow and just sort of moved in
with her. Nobody said anything about it and in a few weeks
somebody else was using my bunk in the bachelors' quarters, and
that was fine, too.

Come time for Sir Conrad's trial by combat, everybody in Three
Walls went to Okoitz to watch it. I got to talking with Sir Vladimir and
Friar Roman-him what used to be the Goliard poet-along with Ilya,
the blacksmith. We all allowed as how it was a rotten shame that a
fine man like Sir Conrad was going to get hisself killed, and
especially by them filthy German Crossmen.

And we came up with a plan to do something about it. The friar had
a painting kit with some gold leaf in it. He was going to cover some
of my arrows with gold, and the blacksmith, he had some steel
arrowheads that could cut any armor. I was going to be up on top
of the windmill, and if Sir Conrad got into trouble, I planned to
shoot me the Crossman champion. Once I did that, and golden
arrows came down out of the sky to punish the evildoers, the
others would be in the crowd shouting "An Act of God!", "A
miracle!", and such like nonsense, since who'd took for the
perpetrator of a miracle? How could they punish me or Sir Conrad
for an Act of God?

When the time came, we was all ready. Sir Conrad got hisself
bashed out of the saddle on the first pass, and the Crossman, he
came around to finish him off. I let fly and then hid myself, but
somehow I must have missed him clean because when I looked
up, him and Sir Conrad was locked in a close fight. Since I missed
once, I was afraid that the weight of the gold leaf was throwing off
my aim, and I didn't shoot for fear of hitting Sir Conrad. Just as
well, because Sir Conrad kicked the Crossman's smelly arse! He
played with the bastard, first throwing away his shield and then
killing him with his bare hands!

Then when the fight was over and I was getting ready to climb
down, four more Crossmen charged onto the tourney field at Sir
Conrad. I had my bow bent real quick and let four arrows fly as fast
as you can blink! This time, I watched them fly through the low
clouds and come out again to hit every one of them Crossmen
square in the heart! I tell you I got four out of four, and every one of
them straight in at three hundred yards! I killed every one of them
fouling bastards and their empty horses ran past Sir Conrad on
either side.

Then, right according to plan, everybody was shouting "A miracle!"
and "An Act of God!" The blacksmith ran out on the field, to be the
first one there to recover my arrows, since we figured that nobody