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Reflections from Baronial Champs There are stories from Baronial Champs that should not go unmentioned. They are the part of what makes the SCA so great. They are the expression of our humanity, our sense of fun and our bonds of friendship. There was the light hearted tale of Matithias who made a strong run of becoming Baronial Fencing Champion by working side bets in a token tournament. I believe he finished 2nd. There was Dadelos who impressed us with his dramatic reciting to win the Bardic. Maybe more impressively was that he won the Iron Man not just for participating in all the events but placing very high in many of them. Top finishes in fighting, A&S (Crying Ponce DeLeon Statue), Thrown weapons and of course Bardic. There was Erin Caitlin who won the MacGuiver Challenge with just a sheer joy and enthusiasm for the event And last but not least Logan who won A&S with a home made bow that she even competed in the Archery competition. I was impressed by how she stopped to thank Robert for teaching her how to make the bow. And then when she awarded Augusto the Queen Ann for dealing with hard times I think we all saw the meanings of friendship, perseverence and the common bonds that draw us all together. 10 17
The Chronicals of Brother Thadeuss Continued It was well past “Midnight Madness” and heading into the “Pre Dawn Nervous Breakdown”. The merchants were all in their tents and their goods safely covered for the night and the last of the evening’s drunks had collapsed somewhere in alcohol induced comas. The occasional promiscuous Lord or Lady has scrambled into the night with barely fastened garments in disarray, inside out, or backwards hoping to keep their identity hidden from their inebriated influenced bad choice. I was wandering as I often being ever vigilant against impending doom and its many personas when I heard the most beautiful tenor singing a song of home. There in a small clearing near the merchant’s area I found a small fire, with an average looking man, wearing simple yet exceptionally elegant Viking garb. He sat on an upturned tree stump with a great drinking horn in his hand. His heavy boots planted into the ground on either side of the stump, the air filled with his beautiful song from his lips and the smell of great ale from his vessel. When he finished I applauded. He barely seemed startled but I can tell he was unaware of me up until I clapped. “Such a beautiful song,” I said. “It sounds so familiar but I am most certain have never heard it before.” He nodded with a grin. “I apologize for entering you camp unannounced, but the song was to vexing.” He thanked me and motioned towards another stump for me to join him. I nodded graciously and made my way to the other side of the fire to take my seat. As I did so he searched the top of his boot until he found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He offered generously but I motioned politely against with a wave of my hand. “What was that song?” I asked. He inhaled deeply for more than was probably necessary. “A simple song from home” he answered. “A beautiful song indeed,” I said. “You must come from a beautiful place for the lyrics were truly complimentary. Where is that you call home?” The Chronicals of Brother Thadeuss Continued Without answering he merely passed a jug to me. “There’s a cup by your feet,” he said. “Feel free to pour a drink from the jug.” I did and the heavenly smell of this home brew was a shear delight. Where he was from now seemed less important than the tasty beverage in my hands. I asked if he would sing another song, but he declined politely as he didn’t like to sing and smoke at the same time but that he did like to recite poetry while smoking, as it seemed more appropriate. He stood up and began to recite a lengthy yet entertaining epic poem. Much like the song, I had never heard it before. It seemed familiar but just different enough not to recognize it. His voice rolled and intonated each word with dramatic flare stopping to smoke in surprisingly appropriate moments like well timed dramatic pauses with special smoke effects. When he was done I applauded. He bowed politely and then retook his seat to lift his horn to his lips for a well-earned quaff of ale. It was then that epiphany struck me like a Duke. “Lord Bard, I am Brother Thaddeus of the Sacred Order of the Impending Doom and I know you better than any other for I know your secret. I have met you or witnessed your deeds a thousand times and it wasn’t until now that I realized that all of those people were in fact you. A thousand personas for one brilliant man” “Brother Thaddeus, “ he laughed, “Is the ale to strong for you. That is quite a tale. Are you drunk or merely playing a joke on your poor host.” “Neither my good host, “I said. “I am most certain that I am right and your subtle change of expression gives me further proof I am correct. The untrained eye would not have (Continued next page) (Continued top of next column) 18
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