Jack1_* stood in the heat, dressed in full milanese grasping his trusty two hander. He circled slowly, carefully, then raised his weapon into the ochs position. He paused briefly, then with a mighty yell he lunged.
"By god, he did it!" Dirk cried.
"Perfectly executed," said Bryggan, "let us go congratulate him." They walked to the centre of the courtyard, where Jack1_ stood next to a large wooden target with a donkey painted on it. His sword, with a tail attached to its tip, was embedded deeply into the donkey's ass.
"Congratulations sir, you have performed 11 of the 12 mighty tasks in order to attain leadership," Bryggan said.
"You know," Jack1_ replied, "it would have been a lot harder if you had made me wear a blindfold or something."
"Never mind!" snapped Bryggan, "The Twelve Tasks are designed to prove a man's worthiness to lead the 13 Knights. Some will be easier and some will be harder depending on the individual."
"Yeah," Dirk added, "it took Bryggan hours to pin the tail on the donkey. Kept right swinging instead of thrusting. TWed about 8 bystanders until he finally got it."
"Shut up Dirk. You took forever in the 'Helping the Sheep over the Fence' Task. And when you were done you were just totally drenched in sweat."
"Oh, that," Dirk said, blushing a deep crimson, "well, I wanted to get it just right ya know".
"OK, Jack1_, are you ready for the last task? It is the Task of Immense Wisdom."
"I am," Jack answered.
"Ok, there is a barrel containing 100 litres of ale. Dirk drinks 3.47 litres and I drink 3.67 litres, then my squire Kev drinks an additional 8.43 litres. We then decide to go to the brothel with our ale. Our donkey can carry 100 kilograms of weight. We decide to take some meat pies with us, which each weigh 500 grams. How many meat pies can we load on our donkey?"
"Wait, that's not fair," Jack said, "that's metric!"
"Not my fault your stupid country won't join the modern world," Bryggan laughed.
The bar mace appeared out of nowhere, and Jack1_ swung it at Bryggan's head. Bryggan downblocked for some stupid reason, and the mace connected with his head, dropping him.
Three hours later he came to. "Whoa, what happend? I think I got concussed. Lost my short term memory. Did Jack1_ pass the last test?"
"Sure", Dirk answered.
*The _ is pronounced like a guttural 'kuh'