A morning Joust

Steam rolled across the grassy field as the morning sun hit the dew soaked parade ground of Tilshead Castle. Standing accused of spying on his host, Sir Cassius of Tisbury stood upon his midnight black charger, waiting to be proven just. Teo, his stead, stamped nervously, anxious to be set loose. Sir Cassius was motionless, in full chainmail, helmet drawn.
A hundred paces away, the famous, Sir Amos, awaited on his grey horse. A noted knight vassel of Sir Hyuel, famed for his prowess on the field of battle. Sir Amos was Lord Hyuel's champion.
In the middle, stood confidently, Sir Hyuel, his faith in Sir Amos well placed after countless battles. Surrounded by his retainers the Lord of Tilshead thought he had the Countess right where he wanted, one of her honor guard standing trial of violating the rite of Hospitality.
Not so confident, the Countess Elaine, with her retinue of ladys stood to Sir Hyuel's right.
Sir Cassius saluted his Countess and with a roar took off towards Sir Amos. Amos and his charger jumped into action with a similar cry. A clash struck as their lances struck, Sir Amos the victor, but only in name. After the first pass Sir Cassius was scraped, but far from hurt.
The second pass came and went quickly, neither knight succeeding in landing a solid blow.
Upon the third and final pass, Sir Cassius looked up to his Lady and knew he must succeed. For him to fail would darken his honor, but far graver would taint the Countess's as well. And in this dark time, a mere hint of such could easily topple the Countess's reign.
Both horses sprung into action and with a cloud of dust and a great clash of steele, the famous, Sir Amos lay unconscious on the parade ground. Sir Cassius had struck a true blow, vindicating him in front all, his Lord giving him strength to be proved true.

496 AD