[Ansteorra] I have a question

[Susan Wieland]

Sir Lyonel wrote:
> A bunch of guys in dresses and funny hats and hose put me in what they 
> said was "armor" and gave me a "sword" and told me to kill another guy 
> who was also dressed in "armor." The "armor" was metal-covered knee 
> and elbow pads and an over-sized coat made of inside-out carpet. It 
> smelled of old feet. They also stuck a "helm" on my head. It was a big 
> steel cylinder with eye slots. I felt like I was stuck in a smelly 
> closet, looking out a little window. My hands were protected by hockey 
> gloves covered with chunks of over-lapping rust. The sword was a 
> five-foot long, duct-taped stick.
>
> The other guy's armor looked like it actually fit him. He had a 
> shorter "sword" and a big shield with fishes painted on it. I guess 
> that meant he was a pisces.
>
> One of the guys in a dress said "Lay on." The guy with the shield came 
> toward me, I managed to side-step him, even though the closet I was in 
> seemed to only just barely move with me.
>
> The guy with the shield charged. I turned ten kan and brought my sword 
> down hard on his helm. The guy with the shield fell down.
>
> "Hey," said the guy with the dress, "you've done this before."
>
> I said, "Well, I have a black belt in kendo, but this is my first time 
> fighting while wearing a closet. Can someone help me out of this? I 
> can no longer feel my arms."
>
> As they were pulling the scraps of carpet off of me, a pretty lady in 
> a huge dress (she could have hidden a small army of children in those 
> skirts) asked, "What is your name, milord?"
>
> My name is Dennis, but I figured that would sound like a straight-line 
> for a Monty Python joke, and I'd already heard enough of those for one 
> day. So I said, "Lyonel," which was the only name I could recall from 
> the Morte D'Arthur that didn't sound pretentious. I couldn't very well 
> say "Lancelot" with my hair all helmet-scrunched like that.
>
> Then the pretty lady fed me. I smelled like feet for the rest of the day.
>
> En Lyonel
>
So who's the Lady?  inquiring minds want to know.

Damaris

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