With Katherina and myself, William de Cameron, Rudiger and Alyenora, Anna, Svartr and Maerwynn all attending Festival this year there was a strong Ildhafn presence. Katherina, William, Anna and I enjoyed the hospitality of the Moralez/Beaumont camp - surely the best location on site.
Friday, William and I participated in the Queen's Glove Tourney. My first two draws were Guildmasters (ouch), but my final one was none other than His Majesty, who had just authorised in Rapier combat. Modesty forbids me to mention the result. Anna entered Laurel Prize Tourney, resulting in her being hunted down by Master Ibn Jelal for her excellent translation skills.
Katherina was safely installed as Kingdom Seneschal. Bartholomew was standing noticeable straighter after passing the office on, pausing only to caper as he returned to his seat. The Crown's decision to reward him with an augmentation of arms was clearly popular (what else do you give the Peer who has everything?). Katherina then disappeared into the Land of Meetings for the rest of the event.
That night was the Good Friday Ball. I stopped by for an alman and a couple of bransles and noticed the Ildhafn Dancers and a couple of Like-Minded PeopleTM performing cascarde to any vaguely appropriate music. The torch-light tourney was being held next door, heavies fighting it out by the light of giant gas torches. I caught up with Katherina at the vigil for her Pelicaning. Peers imparted wisdom and former Seneschal Del suggested places to hide the bodies while Gregory Tortouse fed us pasties (yum).
Saturday was Market Day where William and Katherina let out their inner bower birds. It was, of course, also Crown Tourney. Our Barony's entrant, Svartr Ormsson, aquitted himself most nobly against formidable opponents, first Wulfgar Jarnsithr then Duke Cornelius. Don William and I, cider in hand, offered from the side-lines much valuable advice to the combatants. Cornelius went on to win the tourney in a tense fight with Count Berengar. That evening I escorted our new Kingdom Seneschal to the lavish victory feast put on by House Attica. Rudiger and Alyenora, as our incoming Baron and Baroness, were also there, receiving much valuable advice from the many pointy-hats present.
Sunday night was the fighter auction. The crowded, noisy tavern brought back memories of my first festival, when I was a drunken College student. As far as I can recall, everyone was purchased by Sean the Bastard. Next door, Katherina and William were deeply ensconced in Mediaeval Jeopardy with Baron Giles. Walking out into the soupy night, the singing from Abbotsford was inviting. His Majesty forbade William, Katherina and me from congregating in public. We were just standing there, it's a free world! Ah, except it's not.
Monday, the day I had set aside entirely for fencing, was rained out. The weather occasionally taunted me with a dry spell, only to start up again when my defences were down. The heavies bravely fought it out -- I don't know if Sean was watching his purchases as I wasn't there. Anna, Del, Gilbert and I played tarock in the wine bar. The wine bar, by the way, offered an amazing range of desirable products at very reasonable prices. Three cheers.
Thanks to the organisers for a great event and to the Moralez/Beaumont household for their great hospitality and frighteningly well-run campsite, and special thanks to Miles and Mendoza for gettting us to and from site.