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A Spaniard and an Englishman taunt passerbys from above whilst Sholo
the Nubian stands vigilant before Eagles Crossing. The Eagles
Crossing is one of four bridges which connects Crown Meadows to Pecan
Grove |
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Tis the hour of one and
the Grand Marche Parade begins.
And so spills forth the town.
The craftsman and artisans lead the way. Even the Easter Bunny hast
taken time to join the festivities. I wonder what the Bunny is
drinking?
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The beautiful dancers of
the Wings of Isis...
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The Scots lower their
colors as they past through Eagles Crossing.
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At the Misting Bridge,
many in the parade would touch the center end post as they exited the
bridge. The musketeers contingent is second only to the Scots.
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As the musketeers pass,
so follows the nobility. One man says that I must join their
guard. He is followed by Queen Anne Boleyn and King Henry
the VIII.
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I
hasten to my comrades who stand near the Crown Theatre Stage in search
of me. Master James informs me that our Man at Arms was asked to
join the parade. I tell them that I too was asked to join but not
just the parade but the guard. A young maiden steps up and asks:
Are ye of these parts? No we are from the south, I
answer. I ask if we might we aid her. She requires
directions of the parade route which we gladly provide. My tongue is
slow. I should have said: Would you like an escort m’lady? I
have seen four pirates singing of raping, pillaging looting and eating
children. Ahhh, such grand opportunities are few.
As we step through Eagles Crossing, a good woman questions Sir Richard
of Spot. He keeps his master's beard clean, I say with a
smile as Spot pecks at Richard's beard. |
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