Grayell spat a stream of curses, this was pissing him off more and more by the minute. He collected a few more blocks and again went about this stupid quest. This time it spelled out the following:
Nothing had changed since before. The room still had 4 walls, covered in a childish wallpaper, the floor was covered in wooden letter blocks, and the table stood in the exact same place.
As tempted as he was to thrust his pelvis at the floating voice, Grayell picked up an assortment of blocks once more and then climbed onto the table. Kneeling down he once again spelled out his first sentence:
The magic words
... and if you don't like that, you can take your table and shove it.
As he steps through the door, Grayell does not see Billy, as he had hoped, but instead he is in a long, well lit room.
There is what appears to be a jousting lane set up, and on one side, a human-sized wooden knight sits on his mighty stick-horse, waiting for Grayell.
A human-sized rag-doll approached Grayell and speaks.
"Here, sir knight. I have your lance and steed prepared, please take them and prepare yourself to joust the other knight. Defeating him is the only way through the next door."
She then hands Grayell a bright pink wooden lance and a stick horse
Grayell groans once more. This simply had to be a bad prank, or a very. very crappy dream. It was ludicrous.
Please tell me squire, will I get an audience with the king after the tournament?
Grayell sheathed his blade to his preferred point across his hips. He took the wooden horse in his left hand and straddled it - as best you can straddle something far too small - and took up the pink lance in the other.