Gentle Readers,

As most of you know I play in the SCA but I haven't really participated in the core activity of the organization which is Rattan Combat. I've played a little bit, but this weekend I finally fought in the Crown Tourney[1]. I fought with Cortejo as my inspiration[2]. I was a little nervous about the tournament as I've not got very much practice (mostly because I can't get over myself and out to practice) but really no more than I get over the rapier tournaments where I'm actually rather good.

In the end I fought as I expected. I didn't embarrass myself. I should have probably not taken the blow that eliminated me from the tournament, but I was satisfied that it was good enough and I had just been legged[4].

Anyway, the fighting and the tournament weren't really what I wanted to talk about here. The thing that was most weird was the way people interacted with me. People I rarely, if ever, spoke to were coming up and asking me how I felt about my tournament and saying I did just fine and that I was very brave for fighting with just a buckler. I was very confused by all this attention. I felt like I should have acted sad about not doing well so that they could console me.

Anyway, It was a lovely day. I got to say some nice things about Cortejo in public. I got to jump into the game. I got to spend some time with people I care very deeply about. Even the surprisingly disappointing feast was made better by the company at dinner (and Cortejo leading with jokes).

Really, the only thing that would have made it better might have been wining and while there was no danger of that happening, I suspect that that would have overwhelmed everything else and I would have not gotten to savor the moments that I had.

I'll save being sad about losing for next time.

[1] Crown Tourney is the means by which the regional groups choose the people in charge. The current monarch chooses the format and everyone who's entered fights and the winner gets to be the monarch after the next changeover.

[2] Each combatant is required to have an inspiration for whom they are fighting. After they changeover, they will rein at their side[3].

[3] Previously this was required to be someone of the opposite sex, but the rules were changed. This crown we had our first 2 same sex pairs which was about time.

[4] Got hit in the leg. It means you have to fight from your knees. I kinda didn't want to do that as I think it's a little extra silly, on top of what we are already doing.

I don't see SCA as a martial arts in any sense of the word.
There is no battlefield application, no codified traditions, no system, no ranking.
As a sport there is no league, divisions, agreed playing fields, judges/refs or 100% agreed to rules. It's all very up to interpretation.
At best its a game of cowboys and indians much like we played as children. We run around playing warriors, and when we fight we hope each other falls down.
--liguangming on ArmourArchive
Gentle Readers,

No spoons left today. However, I realized this before trying to go to fight practice while incapable of managing complex sentences on the first or second try.

This doesn't bode well for saturday's results, so I'll just have to rely on my meat shield.

Goodnight all.
Gentle Readers,

I type this note while in the background my beloved daughter bemoans the evils of the world that have fallen upon her. Poor thing. She is very tired. I think she, like her parents, slept very poorly last night for a varity of reasons.

On Friday I left work a little early (having arrived early) zipped home and collected the lydia and cortejo and we headed off to Barrie for some indoor camping. We found the site with no trouble but arrived to see police cars a damaged UPS truck and a totalled minivan. Then we recognized the bumper sticker on the back of said minivan. Thankfully no one was hurt and we all went on to have a lovely weekend except for some logistic challenges returning home.

The site was a former manufacturing plant and gave us about 2 acres to play with. The food was basic but good and there was plenty of room for everything including indoor archery (which I did not try). First thing Saturday morning urban_squirrl authorized in armoured combat. She was fabulous, killing of the Baron of Septentria in her fight for the Crown. As I had already mentioned the possibility of making the attempt on Facebook, I now had an excellent example to encourage me further. This is in addition to the fact that a number of large people with sticks had informed cortejo that I would not be allowed to leave without trying.

I tried to fence but my Hip was still too unhappy with me to allow me to lunge (which I discovered lunging against Yoshi ("You winced, are you ok?")). So I got into armour and did some sewing while I waited for someone to practice with. The MIC let me practice even though there was way too big a gap under my chin. Sir Edward clarified some rules for me and let me practice fighting while legged. Then HRH requested that I fight with her. She thumped me but it was delightfully fun. I love her enthusiasm.

Later, after the (delicious) feast, she helped me get the helmet fighting legal (until my aventail arrives).

The next morning after pancakes and sausages, I marched over to the list where I authorized against the Prince. I have to say I was not in the least worried about success. I knew what to expect, and I knew what was expected of me. From what I'm told it was a pretty good authorization and my skill at not only being able to call all blows during the intense bit as well as well as fighting back was a good thing.

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