The newly minted knights are shown to their table. Minstrels are quickly brought in, and Roderick signals the servants to hurry with the food, in a not so subtle attempt to distract the company from the odd events that just transpired.
Cedwyn is show to a seat beside Sir Rodric, who had been a fellow squire until he came of age last year. You had trained together under Sir Amig for fix years or so. Rodric runs a small manor to the south of Sarum called Falt, on the edge of the Camelot Forest.
Rodric has a look at Cedwyn, whom he remembers well. His manor is Winterborne Stoke, and he recently took over running it. His father died last campaign season. From his appearance, his means are no better than yours, so you may have much in common.
You size each other up, and find you are knights of similar means.
While conversation starts, mostly about the strange events that just happened, wandering minstrels pick their way through the tables and platters of food are brought out and set on the tables. Tempted by the savoury scents of roast beef, mutton, goose and duck, the guests at the table dig in.
With so many guests here, the two of you are way at the end, almost as far as you can get from the head table. Seated next to a pillar, it also means you are mostly cut off from the conversation, but Sir Ifan and Sir Wiggan are seated with you as well.
Wiggan looks at Cedwyn with a confused look. "What just happened?"
Ifan sniffs. "A power play from Uther, I'll wager, plain and simple. Though how Roderick can trust us now is beyond me. He can't help but consider us spies of the King. Uther had does us a disservice."
Wiggan smiles. "I dunno. I like the sound of 'Sir Wiggan, Royal Knight."
