A Tournament at Ware?

In the days when King Arthur wields supreme executive power over Britain with justice, mercy, and definitely a mandate derived through a legitimate aquatic ceremony, King Eodwar rules the tributary Kingdom of Ware as his vassal, and does a reasonable job of it. And the good news is, it's tournament time in Ware, so the peasantry can enjoy a couple of days of their betters poking each other with long pointy sticks!

The bad news is that at least three unknown knights have turned up for the tournament in chromatically eccentric armour, and there's at least one disturbingly eccentric stranger in a hooded robe, demanding to address the court. And let's face it, this kind of thing can get very silly, very quickly.