[Bordermarch] King's College, Thanks
tessa at gt.rr.com
Tue Jun 12 13:52:12 PDT 2007
Although the journey to King's College did not begin as an armada for Simonn
myself, there was something about the way the breezes were billowing our
sails that suddenly made us aware that a vessel exactly like that of Their
Excellencies Santiago and Elisabeth was immediately behind us.
We waved and greeted and caught ourselves laughing overboard because, lo,
after all, it was not they! Shortly however, at time for breakfast in the
port of Dayton,
our paths did meet with the Baron and Baroness of Bordermarch, and we
thereafter sailed together. Nearing the site, we noticed that we had slid
behind a vessel that looked exactly like Lord Adolph and Lady Collect's, but
laughed at ourselves thinking it was "probably not."
Behold, as we turned our sails to catch the turning winds, so did the vessel
in front of us; ... they were going to the same place we were going. In
moments we realized indeed Adolf the Bear was at the helm.
When the nine of us arrived at gate and greeted each other, HE Elisabeth
was all ready
to assist with Gate duty.
Lady Isabella was stationed at her designated place awaiting the assembly of
Research and Documentation class.
Lord Il Danach was surrounded by attentive listeners as he began
demonstration of his wood carving craft. Lady Kaithleen and Lord George had
already established a shade pavilion.
Heralds and a gonging bell alerted us all day as to the change of the hour.
We passed immediately on our left the pottery shed where Sir Giotto had no
class vacancies left, but I was able to observe him and his students at the
wheel. (It was reassuring to witness that his pottery class was slinging as
much wet mud as I am inclined to do, supposing myself 'too sloppy' at home.
I therefore wear an apron or other covering over my lap to keep from so much
mud landing on my lap. As much mud appears to be the norm for others,
so I was glad to make that observation.)
Preparations and stations evidenced the myriad of classes ready to commence.
At the registration table, Lady Brenna would hand you your schedule or show
you the classes list. To our right side was a booth selling Popsicles in the
dreaded heat. One could soon see the siege engine being hauled to its spot
in the open field, other class segments for heralds, calligraphy, bonsai
evidence, a fiber dying station, the chirurgeons' pavilion, a bardic shade,
and the opening where over-the-fire cooking was demonstrated on site. Also
horses were in a shady glen, just yonder to the left.
Lady's Isabella's class on Research and Documentation referred her students
the Kingdom A & S page to look for "The State of the Arts" link. We were all
to take notes as we desired and present questions for consideration.
The cook's set up put me in mind of my earliest decade in the society when
doing the same way had been the norm for us, from gathering wood,
hanging the pots from tripods, through serving the meals to the masses under
(I'm rather satisfied that in my older age now we usually cook "ahead of an
however this camp demo kitchen did yank at my homesick strings.)
Large birds were slowly roasting, spinning, unwinding the tension, suspended
from the iron
cross beam over the fire. Hints were given about modern foil for easy clean
for seasonings, and the use of a meat thermometer for insurance. The aroma
drifted across the field into the next shade where bardic lilting amazed the
In Master Finnigan's Tale Telling class, he demonstrated ways to hold the
one's audience and way of getting in touch with one's own inner ghoul for
the sake of
telling a tale. He provided a thick detailed handout which I will be glad
for anyone who asks.
The lunch side board was a refreshing cool selection of roasted beef and
chicken kabobs, cheese squares, rice, mixed berries and melons, and a fine
cherry tart. Bordermarchers gathered in the shade to enjoy each others
company and that of other students for a midday repast. The heat was not
unbearable, but a cooling mist station was available which was seldom seen
His Majesty Romanius presented information about fighting skills.
The Siege Engine was immensely interesting and held the attention of several
of us for hours with practice shots offered. The blacksmith class must have
according to its audience and the wrought iron tools being made as they
A very informative class was on punch testing of linen square layers for
rapier fabric armor. I learned specifically that to keep white linen a
soak it in lemon juice, rub salt into it, and dry it in the bright sunlight.
Countess Sara Penrose was gracious to hold a quick discussion about the
beauty and service
of a portfolio of scrolls we carried out in behalf of HL Therese' d' Ivoire
who was not able to travel to KC.
There is always a need somewhere in Kingdom for a black line scroll, and HL
Theresa is interested in doing more of those. Her portfolio covered more
than twenty years, ranging from Atenveldt/Ansteorra to Meridies/Gleann
Ahbann awards and small group functions. Along that line, in one of the
final classes, Her Majesty Deanna led a demonstration on original scroll
to about the largest group I saw gathered together all afternoon. If some of
us attended that class, I'd love to hear more about the details of it.
Another one of the final classes was a discussion with Mistress Annes for
group Historians. We were able to answer any number of questions for the
gentlemen from Bryn Gwlad as well as have key suggestions to the other half
dozen attendees. Among those facts, it is not the "paper" that is important
so much as the "data" that is found there. Electronic transfer for
Historical archives in this day and age is recommended. It is also
important for new Historian officers to begin now, with current information,
and try to gain support data for the past. If possible, that is ideal. If
not possible, the Historians job can proceed from the here and now in a file
for this year. We were having such important discussions that I did not
realize the hour had slipped away and Simonn had already packed up our
baskets and books. It was time to be away.
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