minstrel: A Modern-Day Feat of Arms
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Wed Jul 19 05:17:25 PDT 2000
Some have seen this, I doubt not, but I figured that the best place for
spreading tales of great deeds might be through the local bards and
minstrels to spread word of such Chivalry as I have thus heard. I share
the tale below, and apologize if it is at all felt to be too far afield to
be truly relevant to others upon the list.
-Godric Logan of Winter's Gate, writing upon this, his last day in the
Lands of the Far East.
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From: Dmitriy Shelomianin <kareina at alaska.net> (by way of "Reia M. Chmielowski" <kareina at alaska.net>)
Subject: [SCA-West] A modern-day Feat of Arms
A Modern-Day Feat of Arms
Greetings, fellow travelers on the road of chivalry! I come today before you
to tell you the good news of the deeds of one of our number, though many of
you may not know him -- but rest assured, you would be pleased to know this
Geoffrey Scott, squire to Sir Geoffrey Mathias, is well known in the Western
Kingdom for his indomitable spirit and his passion for friendly battle in the
tradition of our ancestors. He is a marvelous armourer, and he has taught
many how to arm themselves in his workshop. He has made a beautiful steel
mask and an amazing reproduction of a crossbow. But it is not for his
craftsmanship that Geoffrey Scott is best known. It is for his perseverance,
stamina, and force of will. Tournament after tournament, war after war,
Geoffrey Scott is the last man to leave the field. So great is his love for
arts of war, that he has been seen in full armour, missing only the helmet,
hours after midnight!
Great indeed are those deeds, but he overcame them all on Sunday, on the
sixteenth day of July. For his birthday gift, he wished for a grand
tournament, a behourd that we commonly call war. But not just any war! No,
this was to be a Geoffrey Scott war. In his charity and largesse, he wished
that all moneys gained from the event go to benefit those sick of health, and
bestowed the proceeds that totaled over $1000 onto the American Heart
Association, and added to that his car. In his courage, strength, and stalwart
resolve, he wished for a 100 battles to be fought that day.
And it was done. Sir Geoffrey Mathias, most honorable knight to Geoffrey
Scott, celebrated his own birthday with his squire. Sir John Theophilus
attended, adding his booming voice and strong hand (as well as much
appreciated fruits and meats) to the festivities. Duke Sir Cariadoc of the
Bow was there, adding much to the spirit and the atmosphere. Viscount Sir
Brand MacClellan came, and presented Geoffrey Scott with a magnificent shining
new helmet as a reward for Geoffrey's hard work over all these years. Other
great knights, squires, and men at arms, too numerous to mention, though they
each deserve to have their name shouted in the main square for the deeds they
did that day, came to the war.
Few thought it possible. Most thought it was unlikely. Some thought it
wouldn't work. Everyone agreed that it was crazy.
It happened. A hundred and five battles were fought that day, and Geoffrey
Scott fought in every one of them! Never have this many battles been fought in
the history of our kingdom. This is, indeed, a great feat. However, a
hundred some battles were not enough for Geoffrey Scott. A joke was played on
him by the other fighters*. He did not take offense, but he asked for
retribution -- Geoffrey Scott challenged everyone present and still in armour
to single combat. And there, having fought over a hundred grueling battles,
having only taken a few breaks to drink, there stood under the scorching
California sun Squire Geoffrey Scott, and faced thirty fighters, one after
another. He did not defeat them all -- such a feat, I say, is impossible. He
fought every fight, and when all the men retired to the shade to drink cool
water and rest, he *still* stood in the field, leaning wearily on his sword,
shouting challenges at disarming warriors.
This is the tale of the feat of Geoffrey Scott, and let it be told throughout
the lands, for it is a great story of a great man.
Yours to call on,
* What happened was that we tackled him during the 105th battle, pushed him to
the ground, and struck (lightly) his rear end 33 times for his 33 years -- it
was his birthday after all.
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