Alas, I had known Lord Etir was unlikely to win against the mighty Sir Adler of Saxony.
Still, he fought honorably even to his last.
I stand as my worthy champion rides towards me, head down.
"Arise, Lord Etir. Though you did not win the tournament, you did fight well and honorably.
You have proven the might of Rutileo. Fear not, it was by unhappy luck you lost.
Had it been another day, methinks you would have won the tourney.
Alas, that day was not today. Fear not. You shall be rewarded most highly when we return to Rutileo!"
With that my champion smiles, and bows once more to his opponent before riding to his tent.