The other knight’s neck strained as he fought to keep from cutting his own throat, and he edged backward. “No one told me,” he managed. “I was there, I lived it! I-if you’re Isaac, where have you been since mother died, since the benefactor took me in!”
“The…the what? I went to the Hales! The whole family is dead — and you…you can’t be Camden…you just can’t be. Is this a game to you? To make me forfeit? Because that’s not an option!” He hissed then, doubt and suspicion returning once again.
‘Camden’ edged backward again. “No, look, it’s not a game. I’m Camden Lahey, and you — you can’t be Isaac, little Isaac. Just — just let me up, I’ll yield, I swear.” His sword was on the other side of the lists anyway, there was no chance he would be able to get it and defend himself at this point.