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It turned out that the Cockatrice drawing I knocked off in a couple of hours appeared on the front cover of the Cockatrice publication. People have said that they like it, which is gratifying.

After a week of not quite panicking, things more or less worked for 12th night, heraldically speaking.

I ran Henri and Beatrice's last court, handing off to [personal profile] actreal for Teffania's Laurel ceremony, and only almost ruining it in the introduction.

The final court also included, amongst lots and lots of Cyphers, a Cockatrice, Prometheus, a couple of Silver Pegasi and a White Scarf, [personal profile] felinophile being admitted as a Pelican.

The final court segued straight into the investiture ceremony, which I also did the shouting for.

After lunch, the first court of Felix and Eva, handled by [personal profile] actreal. This was all about the Royal Household, and no awards (requiring entry into Canon Lore) were given.

After tourneys and other such entertainments, first court of the evening was run by Sorle, who passed off to the B&B Stormhold who allowed me to pass my Office of Goutte d'Eau off to [personal profile] pearl, who very shortly thereafter was also admitted as a Laurel.

Paul Mortar was granted a Golden Tear, there was another Cockatrice, a Star and Lily, and Dante the newly appointed Deputy Goutte d'Eau was granted an Award of Arms.

And [personal profile] actreal was made a Court Baron.

The chest I made at Mistress Antonia's workshop did not win the Arts and Sciences competition, but it was very handy to carry our feasting gear -- and it fits almost perfectly into the boot of Mim's car.

People said nice things about my shouting, including that they were entertained when I pronounced people's names as they were meant to be, not as they might be read out naively.

Sunday was at a site a long way away. [personal profile] actreal was not there, so I did the courts, and Sorle did his shouting duty at the tourney. One of the items of business was that the previous evening the children had chosen a king and queen by the finding of a bean in a cake. Miss A was the queen of the children. They came up in court to ask permission to hold a children's court, which was graciously granted (their Majesties seemed taken by the idea), and their majesties ran the King and Queen of the Children through a quick oath to Do The Right Thing, and granted them tokens. (Which was not expected or planned, but was a lovely touch.) Miss A in particular had a strong clear voice in court and her petition and answers were note-perfect.

During the day there was wandering, and talking, and Being Hit On The Head Lessons, and the Children's Court (they appointed their own lords and ladies of the court, and a herald, and gave out awards and prizes, and waved banners, and generally demonstrated that the College of Heralds and the various aspects of nobility will be in good hands when it comes their time.

I heralded the final court, which had a Golden Tear (for the Steward), a Star and Lily, several gifts and offers of fealty, and one huge glaring stuff-up on my part when the court was closed, we had had cheers for the King and Queen, and I then declared three cheers for "the Barons and Baronesses, the Peers, and the populace of Stormhold".

I didn't even realise I'd said that (at the top of my lungs) until the Kraé Glassians all looked at me horrified, gave confused cheers (knowing what I meant), and then informed me what I'd said.

Autopilot can be a bitch.

And there's documentary evidence of the coronation.

And Sorle Canon was right there, so all the CHAF forms went straight to him then and there, and it's already up on Canon Lore.
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Primary achievement: still not dead.

Looked at the weather reports and decided not to go to the tournament on Saturday. Mostly because all of us were still coughing and drugged up. We got to the tourney site in time to help pack up, and to the feast site to help set up.

There was an Arts and Sciences competition, which featured painting a portrait in Italian style. I was handed the task of painting a portrait of Her Majesty. I had a couple of handicaps in this: I had white, blue, red, green and yellow paints, and the darkest mix I could get was a dark purple; they were somewhat gloopier in consistency than I am used to; I had to finish the last few details by candlelight; the table kept getting bumped by curious children; and I have face blindness, so I was painting a portrait from memory of a face which I could not picture to save my life.

I think the painting took about half an hour... maybe 45 minutes, go to whoa.

Miss A was snarking about how much she wanted to be a member of the Mouse Guard, and it was gratifying to see the look on her face when she and Miss S were summoned in court and given their Mouse Guard pouches.

Mim and I were somewhat more surprised when the girls' first duty was to bring us in front of Their Majesties, where Mim was awarded the Star and Lily (for her Guild), and I was made a member of the Order of the Cockatrice (for Linguistics, especially as applied to Heraldic Commentary and Consultation).

Friða also was hunted down and forced to join the Order of the Cockatrice. And at that there was general acclaim and much rejoicing.

When the Arts and Sciences was announced, it turns out that my portrait won, despite having no resemblance to Her Majesty whatsoever. Her Majesty even requested the portrait. The portrait which my girls and the elder daughter of B&B Kraé Glas painted of His Majesty was also given to him. He was very gracious.

Sara's Pelican ceremony was grand and dignified, and the hall was completely silent, except for the sounds of a very bored and tired toddler, but no-one held it against her or her family.

Today was simply too miserable, and we are all still too unwell, to have considered going to Bash, even if it weren't cancelled because of precisely that bad weather.

And although I'm still not recovered, and probably still sicker than anyone else in the house, the doctor's certificate has run out, so I'm back at work tomorrow to see if I can stick it out.
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The SCA in Stormhold was on TV.

There's some bearded fool being interviewed at 20:49.

Miss S features at a couple of points. It's almost like she's photogenic or something.
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A question: what the hell should I teach?

I'm down to do Heraldic Consultation, and I've suggested that I could do an Introduction to the Irish and Old English Annals (ie., what they are, when they're from, what sources were used, when our existing transcriptions are from, what we can learn from them, difficulties in extracting useful data from them, ...), and Write your own name in an appropriate hand, ie., beginner's calligraphy to bring people up to the level of literacy most of them could have expected in period.

Mim suggests Beginners Knotwork again... but I don't know how much interest there is, and most of what I would be doing is pointing to Aidan Meehan's books, and saying "do what he says."

I could teach Latin, or Old English, or Middle English, or Irish, or an overview of European linguistics, but ... how many people would show, and what would I need to assume of existing knowledge, and how far could I meaningfully get in even a two hour session anyway?

Gah. Suggestions?


Nov. 7th, 2010 06:01 pm
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OK, I'm happier with today.

In today's favour:
  • Courts were shorter, and I had some idea what was going to happen beforehand
  • There were fewer people there, so it felt friendlier
  • There was a volunteer who took over duty for field heraldry, so I wasn't yelling from go to whoa.

So: no meltdown today. Huzzah!

Maybe familiarity will acclimatise me so that I can bear more stress without breaking. That would be nice.
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Mimdancer has been keeping me updated with the goings-on on the Shambles.

It seems that it has been proposed that Fencers and Archers be allowed entry to the Knighthood.

And, predictably, the Knnnnn-ig-its have been throwing a collective hissy-fit.

‘But but but, then we wouldn't be speciallll!’ They whinge, and are, by account (and from Mimdancer has read out to me), throwing a most spectacular temper-tantrum.

Look, guys: the SCA has three peerages: A peerage for helping, a peerage for teaching, and a peerage for getting beaten around the head. Your (you knights) insistence that Fencers and Archers should be happy with the sops you decide to graciously allow them is, regrettably, entirely period. It's the periodicity of entrenched privilege, of immutable class boundaries, of political favour outweighing common sense and decency, of servants and untermenschen knowing their proper place.

It is the antithesis of Chivalric Behaviour.

And the suggestion of one individual that Fencers and Archers should just be happy with a GoA has been appropriately jumped on, I think, with people asking why, similarly, women shouldn't be happy with 60% of a man's salary.
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Yesterday was the Mediaeval Faire at the State Library, to ring up interest in the exhibition of Manuscripts which is on at the moment (and I still haven't seen...). I was there as an exhibit, as part of the SCA's cohort. I brought along some of my calligraphy gear, expecting to be a little contextually appropriate colour.

I found myself, instead, talking to a three-deep crowd for six hours straight.

I now have a sore throat, for some reason.

I should point out that the girls were there in garb, Abi in a brand new dress made specially, and they were photographed like it was going out of fashion. They were both very chuffed at how pretty they were looking, and did really well until they started to crash and burn.

Another lady was there who does Illumination properly, with glair and powder pigments and sheet gold and everything. I was the scribe, writing things down and demonstrating different hands, the minim problem, that sort of thing. As I knew that I'd need something to copy, I brought along Sweet's Anglo-Saxon Primer. Thus, I got to answer questions about English, and its development, and why do we spell things like we do, and ‘I'm learning Latin, and this is latin, why can't I read it?’, and such things.

The ‘Why can't I read this Latin’ was easy: I just explained the development of Latin into Ecclesiastic Latin from the Classical they were learning (almost universally out of the Cambridge Latin Series), and when they complained that Church Latin pronounced things funny, I pointed out that Cicero might have called himself \Kikero\ in the Senate, but his mates would have called him \Chichero\ down the taberna.

Anyway: I gave the History of English several times, and I've got it down fairly pat by now. So, here it is )

I also talked about how there was no such thing as The Renaissance. There were several, in various places, at various times, such as Alfred's English renaissance, the Carolingian renaissance (with the assistance of the English bishop Alcuin), the Arabic renaissance, which led to the preservation of some of the great works of antiquity, translated from Greek to Arabic, then from Arabic to Latin and re-learned by Europe.

The other lady and I talked about pigments, and how the Earth colours were basically dirt, usually from Italy (Sienna is dirt from Sienna, Umber is dirt from Umbria), how Ultramarine was the most expensive pigment you could get, more expensive even than gold, and why, and how the brightest colours, Orpiment and Cinnabar, could kill you if they weren't prepared carefully enough, and ruin the painting if you didn't know how to apply them. And how you could write with carbon ink, made from lampblack, or bone black, or just finely crushed charcoal, or you could use Oak Gall ink, where the tannic acid starts pale watery yellow, then oxidises in front of your eyes into a rich black, but unfortunately could leave sulphuric acid behind which attacked the parchment.

Oh, and how transcription errors could screw your history books. For a long time the introduction to the Anglo Saxon Chronicles was taken as gospel, where it said that the Irish had moved there from Armenia. It made no sense, but the source book had it thus, and thus it must have been. Until someone thought to see where the authors of the ASC had got it from, and found that section almost verbatim in Bede's History of the English People. Only he says that the Irish came from Armorica, in what is now Spain. (And that actually does make sense, that the Irish were originally Iberian Celts, who migrated around to the west of the British Isles). It does mention Armenia, though, a couple of lines down. What we think happened is, the scribe who was composing the ASC was reading from his copy of Bede, looked away to write, and lost his place when he looked back. He probably didn't even notice. And thus the history books were wrong for a thousand years.

And also there was discussion on various other topics, but these above were the lion's share of those six hours. And my throat hurts, and my back aches.

But still, not bad for no warning or preparation, purely off the top of my head, eh?


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