tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988704982736069552.post6226285364238645952..comments2010-10-25T06:14:53.835-07:00Comments on Saturday Night Pendragon: 518: Battle of Bardon Hill, Day ThreeBoneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002385549246608134noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988704982736069552.post-42737452694077044252008-08-28T17:06:00.000-07:002008-08-28T17:06:00.000-07:00Sir Lucuis of Caerwent here.... So, this is Logre...Sir Lucuis of Caerwent here....<BR/> So, this is Logres huh? Not perhaps the best time for me to make my first extended visit. Bradon hill... what a damned massacre, on both sides. My lady Brianna's father sent me from Escavalon with a band of forty hardened mercenary spearmen to assist Lord Edar of Leicester in the battles for Britian. I now have 6 of those men left alive and two of those will never be the same again. Witches, dragons, giants, and horridly terrible knights and barbarians, not to mention some type of daemon bowmen called Magyars or Huns or whatever, that all decimated our ranks. Me and my men were not cowards, but hardened warriors, and still, several of them voided their bowls at Bradon. <BR/> I must now present myself before the Lord Edar Allington of Leicester, and pledge my loyalty to him as I was bid to do by My own Lord. I was supposed to look after Lady Brianna and assist her husband Sir Brandegoris in whatever manner was necessary, but since the death of tat large oaf at Bradon And her betrothel to the knight sir Bledri, I find I have little to do. Hopefully this great Count Edar will have some great adventure that I might assay so that I gain renown in the eyes of the roman church and my peers. <BR/> Brianna to all outward appearences seems satisfied with Sir Bledri( Brandegoris' Friend and brother in arms....A strange breed these Candlebees are) As her new husband. Other people seem to Miss Sir Brandegoris greatly and speak of him in awed whispers as if he was Ahilles reborn or something. Well I'll tell you that I met him at Caerwent at his courtship of My lady and he was , in my sight a vulgar and crude simpleton, built with far more brawn than two average men and the brain of half a man. I think he must have meant well for he was not an unkind man, just clumbsy amd crude with no real redeamable qualities except slaying enemies for his lord. I always huddered when I thought of our beautiful, refined, cultered Lady Brianna having to pretend she adored such a ruffian. <BR/> Well this Sir Bledri sems the same type as Brandegoris, save one thing... He is actually less glorious. What a shame that my Lady has been reduced to chattel or a bargaining piece among these unrefined britons. Oh well...I will give her what Succor I can.brandegorishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03082618381091601895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988704982736069552.post-73823296348073685152008-08-27T17:12:00.000-07:002008-08-27T17:12:00.000-07:00Tom of Weathersfield here.... I must be honest wh...Tom of Weathersfield here....<BR/> I must be honest when I say that I never saw the day when my former master and one of the greatest knights in christendom would be slain. It is a surprise but it is just as I always said to my family....I knew that it would take sorcery to destroy the great Sir Brandegoris of the Hambone. I am not sure that any one man in all the realm could have defeated him in single combat save that great knight, hight King Pellinore. My master was a kind and generous soul and will be missed, but perhaps this is the way God intended for him to depart. He was able to at least get back into the Lord's good graces before he passed, see his daughter Matilda happily married and see that his son Arthur was properly cared for. What more couldve been done before a mans passing. He also died a heroe's death at Bardon while trying to punish those evil Saxon witches, and he and Sir Seriol led the charge that won the day. Any knight sould wish to meet his death for so worthy a cause on so worthy an adventure. The Ballad of Bardon already sings his and Sir Seriol's praises for 14 of the 123 verses!A glorious end indeed. Rarely did a knight do so much to frighten and worry the Saxon Hordes as did Brandegoris. He will be missed and remembered every Easter Sunday. I have even commissioned a painting from a skilled Italian artist out of Florence, of all the members of the Candlebees. The sources of these likenesses were not hard to find as all the Candlebees have Effigy's over there graves. Those Candlebees really looked after one another..even in death. There are those of us in Hertford who so revere the Candlebees that we have formed our own Coterie, if you will. We call it the Watchman, as we watch the borders of our realm from foreign incursion. It includes myself, Sir Simon( Brandegoris' old squire), Sir Randolph, the Count of Hertfords son, and a frew others who have had the good fortune to rub shoulders with the Candlebees. They were a powerful force in troubled times, and I do not mind confessing( for I have heard it whispered rather loudly by many people in many dark corridors) that if it were not for the Candlebees, Nay, ... All Leicester men in those first years after the death of King Uther, Then Britian would now be a saxon land. I salute the Candlebees and men of leicester, but mostly Gentle Brandegoris, the sad, who I believe never fully recovered from the death of his one true love Lady Priscilla. May they both be together now and smile down on all of us from paradise. Amen.brandegorishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03082618381091601895noreply@blogger.com