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<td>[GASupplyRun] Fwd: Story: "We Have Not Lost"</td>
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<td>Tue, 13 Sep 2005 02:26:32 -0000</td>
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<td>Peregrine Fairchylde <a class="moz-txt-link-rfc2396E" href="mailto:squirrelhenge@yahoo.com"><squirrelhenge@yahoo.com></a></td>
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--- In <a class="moz-txt-link-abbreviated" href="mailto:meridian-ty@yahoogroups.com">meridian-ty@yahoogroups.com</a>, Eric Jordan <a class="moz-txt-link-rfc2396E" href="mailto:talvin@f..."><talvin@f...></a>
wrote:<br>
We Have Not Lost<br>
by Lord Colin of Tighan<br>
Being A Story of the Kingdom<br>
that was introduced in "Finding the Dream"(1)<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
The phone rang twice before the King picked up. "Hello?"<br>
<br>
Lord Seneschal's voice. "Your Majesty, I have gotten in touch with my <br>
counterpart down where the storm hit. There is good news: it looks like
<br>
all of their people are alive and well."<br>
<br>
The King took a deep breath. "That's good to hear! Now...what's the bad
<br>
news?"<br>
<br>
Lord Seneschal told him. <br>
<br>
---<br>
<br>
Mommy was watching the news, a lump in her throat. Little Girl walked <br>
in, carrying her Fox and Geese board and stones.<br>
<br>
"Mommy?"<br>
<br>
Mommy turned, "Yes, Little Girl? Are you OK?"<br>
<br>
Little Girl held out her board. "I heard them say they lost
everything. <br>
Do you think the Baron would be mad at me if I gave them my Fox and <br>
Geese? I have lots of toys, they don't have any now."<br>
<br>
Mommy's vision grew blurry, and she hugged Little Girl fiercely. "The <br>
Baron would be very, very proud of you." (2)<br>
<br>
---<br>
<br>
The Duke was on the phone as well. "We're glad you're OK! Yes, we were <br>
all very worried about you. Look...we have room for all of you. No, I <br>
mean it! You'd be so much better off up here for a while. Don't worry
<br>
about that, we have it covered! I'll come down and meet you, we can <br>
come back up together. Where shall we meet?"<br>
<br>
The Duchess smiled sadly, and hefted her overnight bag. "Ask what they
<br>
need right now, dear," she called. "We can pick it up on the way." She
<br>
snapped her fingers. "GPS. Where did we put that thing...no telling <br>
what we'll find when we get there...." <br>
<br>
---<br>
<br>
Mistress Laurel brushed her hair out of her eyes for what seemed the <br>
hundredth time as MiLord set another box on her sorting table. "Thank <br>
you, MiLord." She began sorting and packing once again. Absently <br>
putting her hand down on the next item in line, she nearly jumped out
of <br>
her skin.<br>
<br>
"Excuse me! I need another can opener, not a claymore!"<br>
<br>
Squire piped up from his corner of the room. "I opened a can of Pork
and <br>
Beans with a claymore, once!"<br>
<br>
Mistress Laurel gave him a Look. <br>
<br>
"No, really! It was at Pennsic, just after the Woods Battle. I was <br>
*starving*, and all I had was this can of pork and beans, and no can <br>
opener. So, I grabbed the sword, and I--"<br>
<br>
Mistress Laurel just laughed. "Yes, dear, I'm sure you did. Your <br>
Excellency! Do you have an extra can opener in your stack over there?" <br>
<br>
"Coming right up!"<br>
<br>
---<br>
<br>
Master Pelican was at the wheel of the huge pickup, hauling a trailer <br>
full of supplies down to one of the Baronies that had been hardest
hit. <br>
New Person was just stirring behind him, and Sir Knight was slumped <br>
against the passenger door, snoring. The three of them had taken turns
<br>
driving, determined to bring relief to their SCA brothers and sisters
as <br>
quickly as humanly possible. When he reached the top of the hill, he <br>
jerked, and then quickly pulled to the side of the road and stopped,
his <br>
hands clenching the wheel until his knuckles turned white.<br>
<br>
"Oh, no...," New Person breathed from the cramped rear seat. Master <br>
Pelican just nodded, and then he reached over and gently shook his <br>
fellow Peer awake.<br>
<br>
"Huh? Wha--?"<br>
<br>
"Sir Knight, I think you should see this."<br>
<br>
Sir Knight rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then stared out the window
at <br>
the scene before them. His jaw clenched, and his throat worked a few <br>
times. Finally, he found his voice.<br>
<br>
"Well, gentlemen. We seem to have found the right place. Let's get <br>
moving."<br>
<br>
---<br>
<br>
Court was a solemn affair that weekend. The people took their seats <br>
without the usual cheerful banter, and even Herald's voice was quieter <br>
than normal as he called for the populace to rise and make way. <br>
<br>
Once the people were given leave to sit, the King stood. His eyes full <br>
of tears, he addressed the room.<br>
<br>
"So much has been lost. Homes, possessions, jobs. Our family has lost
<br>
no lives, but other families are not so blessed this day. We have lost
<br>
so very, very much. But there is one thing that I see we have not
lost, <br>
and for that, I am thankful to you all."<br>
<br>
"We have not lost the Dream."<br>
<br>
--September 11, 2005. (3)<br>
<br>
(1) This story is another in what I sometimes call my "MiLord" stories,
<br>
which started with "Finding the Dream". Others include "The Tale of
the <br>
Knight's Boots" and "The Baron". They are set in a fictional world, in
a <br>
fictional Kingdom of the SCA--and I hasten to point out, this story <br>
deals with a fictional Disaster, but I am sure you know what inspired <br>
me. The style of the stories is somewhat inspired by "EveryMan"--which
<br>
I read far too many years ago. I may write more--or not. I am but the <br>
servant of a fickle Muse. She's been bothering me about this one for <br>
most of a week now--I fear I have been ignoring her.<br>
<br>
(2) We have never met the Baron, and we never will. He passed away <br>
shortly before the events chronicled in the story named for him. The <br>
Fox and Geese game had been a gift from him to Little Girl.<br>
<br>
(3) I dedicate this story to everyone in the SCA who stepped up and <br>
said, "I want to help" in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Thank <br>
you. You are the Dream.<br>
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