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  The parade draws to
a close, and I see Sir Brian and Lady Fae Cynthia chasing a lone goblin.
Goblins?! Here in the village? Hand on hilt, I follow close
behind. Hast the heat drove Lady Fae Cynthia to madness? She is
with child. Her bravery is to be commended, but where one goblin
is found, many more are certain to be found. I find myself to be
correct. Female goblins hold captive a lovely village girl who appears
unaware of her dilemma. The older female wishes to make the child one of
her own. Why today of all days? In chainmail, Sir Brian is more
than a match for a score of goblins. Where is the Man at Arms? This is
what we pay him for. But we have no need for him, for the cowardly
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 The excitement hast
left me hungry, and I quest for Dragon Shanks. Before we realize what
hast happened, we find that the Man at Arms hast lead us into the mire
of the maypole. Cursing, I return to the Spanish side of the village
where I purchase Dragon Shanks. Dost not like taste like chicken as some
have told me. It rather reminds me of smoked mutton. The beast must have
been no larger than a dog. My shank tis a bit bloody for me. While
we feast again, I wander off to watch the Nature of Mercy at the Dove Meadow Stage. Tis more of
a show for children's and I quickly lose interest. When I return, the
Man at Arms informs me that I had just missed the Duke of New Market Village.
All was waiting for Lady Fae Cynthia to return from her one of many
trips to the privies. I needed the privy as well. Before I could
head there, a small chinese lady stops me for a photo op. The others
jump into the photo. As I continue to the privies, I chance upon a
pretty young woman in a white dress and garland in her hair.
"Pretty sword," she comments. That was the third time someone either
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"Where to now?" strikes the question. Captain Gareth suggests The
Magic Garden for neither he nor Master Nii have not witnessed it for
themselves. We weave our way through the garden and arrive at Georgianno's Italian Village.
Captain Gareth and I refresh ourselves with Italian Shaved Ice --
tropical syrup over ice, whip cream and a cherry. More syrup and
perhaps crushed ice would be nice. Lady Fae Cynthia finds solice
at the Petting Zoo. We
wander to the sirens of the Drench-A-Wench. Your eyes will fall out, Lady Fae
Cynthia teases Master Nii as he watches the wet wenches lure the men.
The maidens were dressed in black so little was revealed when she was
dunked.
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The Washing Wenches hast moved from the Taverna di Vino to the Mud Pit.
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 Finding ourselves in Sherwood Forest, we decided to see
the Fool of Moxie at the Gypsy Wagon. Tis not yet the
hour of two, so I wander to the Sherwood
Stage and listen to Cast in
Bronze. The masked spirit plays an organ of large bells which
hypnotizes the crowd. I return in time to find seating with my
comrades at the Gypsy Wagon. The Fool of Moxie performed Chinese
juggling. He rolled a donut on the top of a parasol then flipped the
parasol over and continued rolling the donut. We even witnessed a
leprechaun who played the pipe. What caught my eye was the small maiden
of the Far East as the audience departed. Twas too warm to wear a cloak
I tell myself when I realized that she was wearing a revealing chainmail
outfit beneath. Finding ourselves already on the stage of Isaac
Fawlkes, we decided to wait for his show at the hour of three. Sir
Brian and Lady Fae Cynthia found more to eat then went on a ride.
Captain Gareth and I browsed the shoppes. I find wooden cases delicately
carved by light. He purchased a silk wallet which suit his
fancy. The crosses caught my eye, but I did not buy
one. At last, the magic show. Isaac Faulkes borrows a twenty
from a patron. He burns a twenty. He places an apple on his
head at which the patron shoots it with a black powder pistol. He
cuts open the apple and finds the twenty inside. He also performed
card tricks as well.
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After the magic show, we made our way to the Castle Theatre located at
the other side of the village to see "To
the Hilt" with the Russian swordmaiden Katya and the Portugese
Leonardo.
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Tis half past
four, perhaps the latest we have stayed at festival. I could stay
longer, but I find myself needing to depart. But not before I try
some sausage at the Black Forest Inn. I purchase two bags of
almonds - one for myself and one for my sister. I remember the
stub still in my pouch. As we make our way to the exit, I was stopped by
a lady with a young boy with Downes. He wanted to have his picture
taken with us. As he stood before us, I noticed a tag on his
shirt. His name was Rudy like one of my two cats. We continued on.
Two large black ladies rolling two elderly men on wheelchairs stopped me
for a photo as well. I got everyone into it. The lady stood to my side
and gave me a huge hug. We stop by the Royal photographers' shop
to see how the photo came out. Still annoyed with the photographer, Lady
Fae Cynthia refused to enter the shoppe. We could "monitor" the light
painting from crystal boxes set. The photographer said that he
remembered us and the trouble that Lady Fae Cynthia gave. The
photo was absolutely horrid. People looking here, people looking
there.
I say farewell to my friends as we exit the grounds and approach our
coaches. The Man at Arms was surprise that Sir Brian, Lady Fae Cynthia,
Master Nii and Captain Gareth would be willing to pack themselves into
his single coach. I made my apologies as I step through my my
sister's door. You're not
dressed in Greek, smiled one of her guests. Of course not,
I am the Spaniard.
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To Ye Royal Village of Albright!
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