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Tis the Fifth
of October of the year 2002. Two hurricanes Isidore and Lili hast
mercifully passed us by, and the opening day of the 2002 Texas
Renaissance Festival hast arrived. Tickets are always half price so we
make it point to go even thought the weather may be treacherously hot.
Sir Brian, Lady Fae Cynthia, Master James, Maid Mary and I shalt ride in
Sir Richard's coach whilst the others would meet us at the festival. Our
numbers are fewer than originally planned. Stacy ran a fever just a few
days ago so both her and Joel could not attend. Fortunately, Luis bought
Joel's tickets. Master Nii was in Dallas (again). If he was not
assisting someone as they moved, he was usually in Dallas. Captain
Gareth could not make the journey this time around (he never really said
why not), and Albie was busy.
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Of course, we traveled in festival clothes. On my cubicle wall is a
montage of nearly every festival that we have been to in garb...Texas
RenFest, Scarborough, and Hawkwood; although, I do not yet have a
Flemish painting of Newcastle. I must speak to the Man at Arms. I am
certain he has a few. That festival was so horrid that we did not
even enter the grounds. It was in the middle of someone's lot in Alvin.
It did not reopen the following year. Sir Brian and I noticed that you
can tell what year a Flemish painting was taken based on what we were
wearing, and this year would be no exception. Sir Richard wore his
chainmail and had swapped out his walking stick for a poleaxe which I
believed was more fitting. I went for a Don Juan de Marco look with my
goatee this year, and I thought it looked quite dashing.
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Sir Brian and Lady Fae Cynthia arrived late at Sir Richard's home. I
complemented the Lady Fae for looking very nice today. " So I look bad any other day?" she
asks teasingly. Lady Fae Cynthia is becoming much like my sister. We
are constantly sparring one another. Although Lady Fae Cynthia attends
the faires sparingly -- of the three times, she hast worn a different
festival dress each time. This year she wore a pretty maiden dress and
vest. The blouse that came with the outfit was too large so she bought
something else that worked quite well. The sleeves were a bit long but
it could always be hemmed.
Sir Brian wore his
chainmail this festival. He had new brown suede boots and even a new
warhammer. It was shorter than the broadsword that he always borrowed
from Sir Richard so it shalt not be cumbersome whenever he sat down. Too
bad, his belt did not arrive in time. Ahhh, he can always wear them to
the next festival. Sir Brian decided not to wear his helmet this year
and opened his coif so that he could wear it down. With the helmet and
arming cap, he always had problems hearing people. Hmmm, sounds like
something I should add to my D&D games.
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With kolaches, donuts and
good company, the hour and a half ride passes quickly. We arrive at the
fairegrounds at half past the hour of ten. A dancing deputy was
directing traffic outside the fairegrounds. Lady Mary called Man at
Arms Trublood who drove up separately. The Man at Arms never liked three
to a bench seat. Too crowded for him. Lady Mary could only reach his
voice mail.
As I stepped forth of Sir Richard's coach, I realized that the weather
soothsayers had lied. Twas already hot. The cold front had not arrived.
We searched for the Man at Arms both outside and inside the gate. Luis
and his family were to arrive around the hour of eleven but he would
call Sir Richard's cellphone so that we could combine our numbers.
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Master James visited the Dragonslayer's Shoppe to make purchase a
pewter stein. Each year, he collects a stein of a certain number. He
thought he had pre-ordered the stein last year, but alas he had not. As
Master James questioned the shopkeeper, we seeked refuge in the shade. A
drifting cloud and a weak breeze teased us unmercifully. I began to
question my decision of wearing my cape.
Outside the Dragonslayer's Shoppe
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