Jean Plaidy - The Murder in the Tower: The Story of Frances, Countess of Essex

From his chair of state which had been set on the stage in the tiltyard at Whitehall, the King lazily watched the champions as they tilted against each other. James was forty-one and did not himself tilt; he preferred the chase; but his young friends were eager to display their superiority over each other in this harmless way. So let them, mused James. He watched them—such handsome young men, all eager to show their old dad and gossip, James the King, how much better they were than their fellows.
“Fill the goblet, laddie,” he said, glancing at the tall young man who stood behind his chair waiting to perform this service.