Divination of the riddle.

The laws of the game permited the referee commit truly to the game. Many applauded his eloquence and determination:

¯¯As raging rocks,

and shivering shocks,
shall break the locks:
it has no name,
no word,of prison gays
will shine more from far,
and make and mar
the fatal foolish fates ¯

This riddle was thus.

Sir Brewnor without Pity opened the mouth to speak as he may well try to unfold heaven and earth with his tongue in an effort to say coherent sounds, but they came out cross. He had his usual kind of brew for breakfast that morning...

Lots of sighs later there the group lay, our patience extinguished for seven leagues. The referee raised his arm to smack a head with an iron bat. As he was laying down his arm to hit with violence the head of the first knight within his grasp a muffled sound became evident out of Sir Brew. The bat stopped in midair. Here is the transcript of what happened next:

Referee: What was that, knight? A mumble instead of thy word?

Sir Brew: O, by faith, let me not offend thou but I thought of answering the riddle with another rime. All in one. Here it goes...

Referee: Thou may not play it in a mask but speak as small as it is allowed thou shall.

Sir Brew: Aye, aye I may well speak in a monstruous little voice, agreed.

Referee: Well, all of thee proceed.

Sir Fagdanfiend: hmmm, I did not fancy the part of the prison gays though...

Sir Gauntidan:A shivering shock... that is a....

Sir Damas: The three maidens or three fates?

Sir Abellious: No, it has to be something with no name at all;

Sir Turquine: Are we talking a real word here?

Sir Prickdan le Noir: Death!!!

Sir Blablaberis: What thou doth thou mean, death?

Sir Prickdan le Noir; Death death death death death death!

Sir Berihideous: Where? (contoursening very fast)

Sir Dolorous Stroke: On your guard,then !!!

Sir Blablaberis: I think he means the word death. (Talking to Dolorous Stoke) The answer is not death although if thou spot the death coming by faith let me know.

Sir Without Pity: (at top of the lungs) HELP! HELP!

Referee: This game is over! Winner!

Comentator: Oh, very well, Bravo, Bravo, Sir Brew without Pity; thou have won now for thou guessed the word we were looking for was HELP!... until the next time! See you folks at home...!

Loud applause from the audience who with enthusiasm cheered when that word was screamed by knight Sir Brewnor. He gave a bewildered little smile after he turned to see the referee to confirm the news. He sighed with relief.

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Event II: The Iron-Knight Cuisine Competition:

Contestants have to cook a folk meal from respective areas of expertise to convince the judges. The points are given by taste, appearance and texture. There will be a secret ingredient announced about the time to start. The judges will select the one with more points.\

Prior to begin all hands must to be properly cleaned and no excrement or body fluids allowed.