Pulling all those tests together,
There are a great many knights and nobles here, from all across Southern Cambria, mostly here to declare fealty to Canan, but not only this, there are men of the hill tribes here too. They are not permitted to enter the castle and you do not find out where they are staying after they leave their hill ponies in the surrounding meadows, but they have flocked to the King’s court in significant numbers.
The arms and armour of the Cambrians is excellent, it far surpasses the craftsmanship of Logres. Of course, there are excellent blacksmiths in Logres, any of whom could produce better than what you see here, and there are terrible smiths of Cambria whose work would not be permitted to be used in the name of Salisbury, but the average is much higher. However, arms and armour is not the only measure of a knight. Their skill is excellent too, on a par with that of Logres, even in spear which you are famed for.
The court is blessedly free from plotting and intrigue, there is a genuine feeling around the place that Estragales is a new, exciting political force for the good of Southern Cambria, and Cambrian allies, including Logres, and Uther who is spoken of highly by all you meet. There is much talk that Canan is set to dominate the politics of Britain for the future, and bring about a new era of peace, and that he will be elected High King of Britain unanimously, as every other leader in Britain will understand that the old way, of war and destruction is not the future.
Of course, drink flows and the food is excellent and you all, no matter how much you try to restrain yourselves find yourselves falling into a routine of staying up late singing and dancing, then nursing a hangover, soothed by splendid breakfasts come the morning.
Of the Fae you met on the bridge, there are many similar stories, some speak of the creature having limbs cut from him and fighting on, others speak of trying to cross the river beside the bridge and terrible curses. They are all mere stories however, and no knight tells it as if it were the truth. Many give interpretations of the stories, fables and lessons to learn, but nothing that rings particularly true.
You hear nothing about Sharpeyes the Boatman however, beyond it being a childrens story from the North of Cambria.
On the next day, you are summoned to the king.
He sits on a simple stool in his private chambers, surrounded by papers and maps laid out on the floor - maps you note, of Lincoln and the Northern borders of Logres and Malahaut. He stands to greet you and embraces you each in turn to welcome you to his court, though it is not a hug of emotion, but politeness and perhaps a little weariness of duty.
“I apologise, sincerely for your wait, tell me, how is King Uther and the Countess Duchess?”