Or so I've always said.

But that's a big fat lie.

I am nervous, especially because this is the big one...the city is bustling now, the final count is 32 and we have been spilt into two randomly chosen groups for the first round. I could be facing off against anyone, who could be using any sort of weapon. Obviously, I've known this for quite some time, but all it's still a bit...well, it's hard to be completely prepared in that case.

But as a Knight of Camelot, even being not completely prepared should be enough...at least, I hope so.

Anyway...I've just come from wandering the corridors (so much for getting in early last minute training tomorrow morning) and running into Mr. Hornblower again. He seems to moving quickly up the ladder of command in this navy of his, or maybe time is working differently for him? Who knows.

I must see Guinevere tomorrow before the tournament, call me superstitious, but I feel...well, if I don't have her token I can't possibly win. There'll be no time for arranging it through Morgana, I shall go to her house on the way to the tournament grounds and hope for the best.

And now to bed, where hopefully I won't have nightmares about being beaten in the first round!