In the poem the protagonist looks at a tournament together with an acquaintance. He is of the opinion that tournaments should be hard and brutal.
[…]The acquaintance answers:
“You stupid man! What I can tell you, which is not clear to you: The sport has been conceived, in old times exactly like today, so that young knights and servants learn to ride, and so that they do according to their status, what the need dictates. When one asks them to storm and fight. Those who are not practiced will suffer from the unfamiliar, they would not know how to move.”
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