It seems that Attila's piercing glance has blown my cover, because the Queen elbows me sharply in the ribs and says: "You announce the next one." Of course I am honoured to do it, so I slip the cloak from my shoulder and rise.

"Esteemed guests, the next knights to joust will be the Lady Jeanne d'Arc Volcae and the hero Beowulf Scylding (incidentally a cousin of mine). Give them a big cheer!"

I sit down again, feeling self-conscious and worried... why is the Hun still smirking at me? And why is the shy lady over there looking at him with such admiration?...