And so the tourney went. Strawberries and swan shaped confections were enjoyed by the ladies as minstrels strolled about the gallery. The champions expounded upon the evils of greed, pride and wrath. They extolled the virtues of humility, chivalry and justice. There was combat by torchlight under the open sky, and there in that circle we felt transported to another age. The ladies' inspiration was such that each champion bested a Wildman and earned a bough from the wood. Moved by the champion's noble display and eloquent speech, the Wildmen released the Lady. In the end, the Lady of the Forest of Hearts' choice was difficult indeed, and she recounted with earnest the many honorable deeds she saw that might have eluded a less watchful eye. At last she chose Sir Demetrius as the Lord Protector of the Forest of Hearts. A tear or two was shed as we rejoiced in the magic of the moment, and all that had been done that night. Their majesties were pleased to request a second tourney before the end of their reign, and the Companions accepted this most agreeable of tasks.