Squires standing at the far end of the lists hoist two thin trees, each near as long as a lance, with a black banner stretched between them. Recognizing symbols of Old Magic painted in white across the cloth, the assembly erupts in groans and jeers—their din nearly drowning out the thundering hooves of a destrier approaching from behind. The horse and rider adorned in Camelot’s colors burst through the cloth, trample it into the dust, and come to a halt before the king. The gasps of the crowd become cheers when Prince Arthur, heir to the throne, lifts his helm and bows his head to his father.#REF!