When everyone was up, he made a rope safety rail using the belay rope to fence the youngsters in securely. The view of the interior of the inner bailey was especially magnificent, set out for the Dynol fayre and the tourney. The giant Dynols looked menacingly huge, especially those sporting armour, who prepared for deafening close combat. Having seen several of these affairs before, Drimana and Gludog told the youngsters what to expect, warning them of the noise produced in the mock combats to come.
Many of the Tylwyth Teg customs and lifestyle were directly copied from their Dynol counterparts, from how they dressed to their food, and even in the Gatehouse Tower, their codes of honour and chivalry! Gludog thought briefly of Lawnslod, who originally came from that tower. He wondered what life would be like with all those ‘thees and thous’ all the time, and … if their strict codes of honour and chivalry really did improve the quality of life, or was it all taking things just a bit too far!
One of the little ones disturbed his idle thoughts, by getting a bit too near the edge, wriggling under the improvised rail.
“Hey, no you don’t! Come back here at once!” he said with more severity than he had intended, the shock making him sound rather sharp. The little lad ran to Drimana, and hid from Gludog. She however, scolded him too, then in her matter of fact way organised the youngsters against the back wall of the ledge.
“But Miss Drimana, we can’t see!” one of them piped up in a shrill little voice.
“Yes, you will, when Master Gludog and I have drawn a line, over which, you are absolutely not allowed to go! If either of us catches you going over the line, you will all be taken home immediately. Is that quite clear?” Gludog had to turn to hide a smile at Drimana’s remonstrations, which sounded so out of place in so young a maid. Nevertheless, the little ones seemed to take her very seriously, judging by the subdued nodding heads.
Everyone settled down to enjoy the spectacle below. There were jugglers, acrobats, a fire-eater, and all the bustle of the tradesmen and the milling people. There were different skill competitions in progress, the archers in one section and the differing forms of close combat in another. The close combat contests were very exciting, mace against mace, axe against axe and lastly broadsword against broadsword. Gludog was riveted, watching each stroke, thrust and parry with great interest. He soon seemed to have all the young lads around him asking questions and commenting on the activities.
Drimana and the lasses, not particularly interested in the loud,