Weather: An early morning rainshower dissipates by late morning, but the wetness has seeped into the ground, causing the horses at the tournament to kick up great sprays of mud during the joust. Those who fall will bear the stain of more than just defeat! The day is largely warm, the evening quite cool.
Events
LM: A Wild Dedication to Undiscovered Waters, Undreamed Shores
EA: Joust: The Main Event
Day 5--Thursday, the Seventh Day of September
Day 5--Thursday, the Seventh Day of September
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Re: Day 5--Thursday, the Seventh Day of September
Rumors
-I have never seen a Helm Show quite like that!
-Who'd have guessed a false Waleran would be so bold?
-Makes the joust a bit of an anticlimax.
-What? No.
Marie de France is as lovely as her stories.
But not quite so lovely as she is in the eyes of that de Braose boy.
You noticed it, too? Ah, how cute!
--So there I was, caught between two lionesses! In one corner, the Dame Duchess of Brittany, an old lady, but a craft scrapper an' no mistake! In the other corner, the Little Lady of Leicester, a beauty, but a firecracker! Just one twitch! One twitch, I tells ya, and I'd be stone dead to their female claws and vengeful teeth! An' all for the crime of standing between them and their prey! Which was each other, if you're not followin', Dale.
--You are correct, I was not following.
Heard some kind of shouting in the King's rooms yesterday.
Can't have been too important. King wasn't walking around with a bloody sword or someone's severed head.
Yeah...he is one scary dude.
Can you believe Essex made a play for Northumberland?
Yeah, with Derby's money.
Just some of it!
That's all you need when it's Derby's money. Man's got skills.
-I have never seen a Helm Show quite like that!
-Who'd have guessed a false Waleran would be so bold?
-Makes the joust a bit of an anticlimax.
-What? No.
Marie de France is as lovely as her stories.
But not quite so lovely as she is in the eyes of that de Braose boy.
You noticed it, too? Ah, how cute!
--So there I was, caught between two lionesses! In one corner, the Dame Duchess of Brittany, an old lady, but a craft scrapper an' no mistake! In the other corner, the Little Lady of Leicester, a beauty, but a firecracker! Just one twitch! One twitch, I tells ya, and I'd be stone dead to their female claws and vengeful teeth! An' all for the crime of standing between them and their prey! Which was each other, if you're not followin', Dale.
--You are correct, I was not following.
Heard some kind of shouting in the King's rooms yesterday.
Can't have been too important. King wasn't walking around with a bloody sword or someone's severed head.
Yeah...he is one scary dude.
Can you believe Essex made a play for Northumberland?
Yeah, with Derby's money.
Just some of it!
That's all you need when it's Derby's money. Man's got skills.
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding