
Fifth Weekend/Thanksgiving


Closing Weekend
A
weekend as bitter cold as the opening was scorching; climactic extremes
book-ended our festival experience, at least offering us the
opportunity to wear all the options that our garb possessed (Photo, Above)!
(We know that pink sweats and military-issue thermals were unofficial
mates to doublets and hoops.) Our good friend Ryleh attended for the
third weekend in a row, all the way from Texas, and he advised your
humble Scribe that he feels adopted by us all, and that we remain his
favorite Renaissance Festival!! We love you too, Ryleh. Saturday, the
Queen and some of her ladies and gentlemen of the court did attempt to
present a graceful and charming dance program, and elicited much
jocularity and good humor. Peasant Court continues to delight and
confound patrons with the plights of injustice visited upon the lower
(not lesser!) classes. Who can forget a gaping chasm so deep (how deep
was it??) that the hounds of hell could be heard baying? Whether public
drunkenness, gossip mongering, broken promises, property neglect, or
other cases, the over-the-top acting, twisted logic, and hearty cries
of "Justice!" did constantly entertain all. 'Twas more than a Fair show.

in
stocks, the King in conversation with the High Sheriff dispensed swift
sentencing -- that of hanging from the neck until dead. John maintained
his innocence, and with the emotional plea of Virginia to save his life
because she loved him, the King offered John the choice of death or
marriage. Considering glances and mental pros-and-cons were struggling
upon John's visage, until at last he chose marriage. The party
continued on to the Royal Court at which time the King did (legally)
present a renaissance-era reading of a wedding ceremony. Village
Smithy, Larry gave the bride to be married. "Buxom and bonny in bed and
in board" provided chuckles from the modern-day crowd, and a nice blush
from Virginia. It was the first time that John was seen to smile, as
well (Photo, Right). Among other vows, both ancient and holy,
Virginia did promise to "obey". Gypsy Kristina played her harp during
the ceremony to add a lyrical touch. A guards' sworded-arch was
presented upon their departure from the court, with crossed swords
interrupting their exit, as the King demanded another kiss be witnessed
by all. Said demand being heartily fulfilled (at some great length and
passion) the couple continued on their merry (marry?) way!
The
afternoon saw an almost-tragedy occur. As the King was on his rounds, a
great hue and cry from the rear of the Dripping Dog Inn was heard. The
Lord High Sheriff in a bloody encounter did foil an assassination
attempt upon the person of the Village Miller! A bloodied and brave
Sheriff, brandishing a dripping sword, assured the King that the
despicable culprit was sent to hell, then the Sheriff collapsed most
dramatically. In short time it was a relief to the party to know the
Sheriff would be fine, at which time he was sent for and raised to the
Peerage for his loyalty and bravery. A strange cruise on the royal
yacht ("Dragon's Breath Ferry") found the Water Wizard, Alan, conveying
the King, Lady Lucia, Gabby Chattemoore, Java Phyllis, Madame Ettienne,
Louis-Phillipe (etc.), Duchess Annelise, and others as they serenaded
Neptune with water songs such as "Row, Row, Row"…"Alan Pull the Boat
Ashore," and other salty songs. Great views of Albright were enjoyed
from the "sea". After cannon fire on the last day, one last viciously
funny skewering was performed by Christophe the Insulter upon
Scaramouche, of the Tortuga Twins. The best examples of the humor are
unable to be printed, however. Scaramouche was so impressed by the wit
and cruelty of tongue, that he did on at least 3 occasions donate
contributions to the Hat in sheer admiration!!!
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otherwise, all photographs are copyright ©2003-2004 by Barbara Brown.