"That reminds me, why were you letting Braga beat you?" "What do you mean?" "I saw you fighting when we first came up. Your stance was defensive, your strokes all parries and blocks. You never once attacked." "I was frightened," Hadrian lied. "Braga has won so many awards and tournament competitions, and I haven't won any." Pickering looked puzzled. "But not being noble born, you aren't allowed to enter a tournament." Hadrian pursed his lips and nodded. "Now that you mention it, I suppose you're right. You'd best see to your wounds, Your Lordship. You're bleeding on your nice tunic."