Peer like qualities
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Gentle Readers,
For those of you not in the SCA, this won't mean much but it's kind of a big deal.
Last weekend at the Queen's Prize Tourney, I was put on vigil to be the premier member of The Order of Defence of Ealdormere.
For court I was sitting at the back with friends. Not doing the snark, but but fully paying attention, joining in with the cheer as appropriate. There was an elevation happening in this court so I wasn't really expecting anything particularly interesting.
Then his majesty started talking about prowess and knowledge and I thought "ok, cool, they are going to laurel someone, that makes sense. It's an A&S event." And then his majesty begged the boon of her majesty. I thought "That's weird. I wonder why they are doing it this way."
Her majesty agreed, if it was a right and proper thing.
His majesty responded saying he would like to make me the premier member of the order.
Things get a little hazy at this point. I remember the feeling of the blood draining from my face. I remember slowly standing and feeling unsteady. I remember my focus narrowing and thinking all I have to do is walk up there. I remember walking like it was in a dream, floating and unsteady. But I didn't stumble or trip. I got to the stairs up to the stage and I think Cortejo was there and hugged me.
I ascended the stairs. I remember keeping a grip on the banister. I knelt and settled and my knee complained and I ignored it.
Their Majesties spoke and the herald spoke. I think I said thank you.
They bid me rise, and I rose. I thanked them and bowed. And went back down the stairs. I think Cortejo was there again, but I wanted to go sit down and I did.
And even people started coming up to congratulate me and I couldn't decide if I wanted to risk standing. And every one was so nice and saying such nice things and I was just trying to figure out what had just happened.
I'm told it was about 3 seconds before I registered what happened and stood up.
I'm told that there was a standing ovation.
I'm told that the herald read the requirements for the Master of Defence.
I don't remember any of that. I just remember shock and lots of people saying they were glad it was me.
All that was the easy.
Now I get to define the ceremony that everyone after me will use as their foundation. I get to be the exemplar. I get to be the old gun fighter. I get to be very very visible.
I'm not sure if that or the fact that maybe I wasn't as invisible as I thought is the more overwhelming thing.
For those of you not in the SCA, this won't mean much but it's kind of a big deal.
Last weekend at the Queen's Prize Tourney, I was put on vigil to be the premier member of The Order of Defence of Ealdormere.
For court I was sitting at the back with friends. Not doing the snark, but but fully paying attention, joining in with the cheer as appropriate. There was an elevation happening in this court so I wasn't really expecting anything particularly interesting.
Then his majesty started talking about prowess and knowledge and I thought "ok, cool, they are going to laurel someone, that makes sense. It's an A&S event." And then his majesty begged the boon of her majesty. I thought "That's weird. I wonder why they are doing it this way."
Her majesty agreed, if it was a right and proper thing.
His majesty responded saying he would like to make me the premier member of the order.
Things get a little hazy at this point. I remember the feeling of the blood draining from my face. I remember slowly standing and feeling unsteady. I remember my focus narrowing and thinking all I have to do is walk up there. I remember walking like it was in a dream, floating and unsteady. But I didn't stumble or trip. I got to the stairs up to the stage and I think Cortejo was there and hugged me.
I ascended the stairs. I remember keeping a grip on the banister. I knelt and settled and my knee complained and I ignored it.
Their Majesties spoke and the herald spoke. I think I said thank you.
They bid me rise, and I rose. I thanked them and bowed. And went back down the stairs. I think Cortejo was there again, but I wanted to go sit down and I did.
And even people started coming up to congratulate me and I couldn't decide if I wanted to risk standing. And every one was so nice and saying such nice things and I was just trying to figure out what had just happened.
I'm told it was about 3 seconds before I registered what happened and stood up.
I'm told that there was a standing ovation.
I'm told that the herald read the requirements for the Master of Defence.
I don't remember any of that. I just remember shock and lots of people saying they were glad it was me.
All that was the easy.
Now I get to define the ceremony that everyone after me will use as their foundation. I get to be the exemplar. I get to be the old gun fighter. I get to be very very visible.
I'm not sure if that or the fact that maybe I wasn't as invisible as I thought is the more overwhelming thing.
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