Jenny: Cock-Fighting

Jason declined from pointing out that, in a way, the weight of the world did rest on their shoulders, and did not disclose his own personal thoughts. He pointed across the space, fingers spread horn-wise, to indicate the poles with their lamps. "This is the way we do it: give them a wide open space and let them go at it, and not let them go beyond the marked borders of the poles so none of the observers get hurt." He dropped his arm to his knees. "We've been doing this sort of thing since time immemorial. I've heard stories of men who used to put on armour with steel spurs on their wrists and heels, and fly at each other like cocks. They outlawed that ages ago, though. It was too violent, and the Army couldn't afford to lose its men to petty baiting, though it must have been a thing to see... Ambrosius and Cunorix are going to need all that room. This will be a thing to see, if nothing else."