Fndng-T-Dream-art - 5/27/00
"Finding The Dream" by Colin of Tighan.
NOTE: See also the files: magic-moments-msg, SCA-The-Dream-msg, SCA-as-family-msg, SCA-reasons-msg.
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Date: Sun, 21 May 2000 15:08:02 PDT
From: "bill mayfield" <wpmay at hotmail.com>
Subject: SC - Finding the Dream (a story)
The following is a work of fiction. Any complimentary references to
persons real or fictitious are of course intentional, all other
interpretations are clear signs that you are paranoid. Permission granted
to redistribute, so long as credit is given.
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Finding the Dream
by Colin of Tighan
One fine Saturday morning, MiLord woke up and realized he was missing
something, something very important to him. Saddened, he suited up in
his armor and went out to be inspected.
Sir Knight walked up to him and said, "Good Morrow, MiLord! How fare you
this day?"
MiLord was dejected. "Sir Knight, I've lost The Dream."
Sir Knight nodded sagely, having seen this before. "Indeed? Well, try a
few bouts with my new squire. He needs a few pointers, and I think a few
good fights will take your mind off it." And so it was that for a time
MiLord worked with Sir Knight and his squire, and each gave the other
something new and useful. When it was done, however, MiLord's feelings of
loss returned to him. Lost in his thoughts, he wandered the camp until
he came across Mistress Laurel.
"Poor lad! Such a long face you bear! Whatever can be wrong?" MiLord
told his tale, and Mistress Laurel clucked sympathetically. "Perhaps a new
song will lighten your heart! And you can help me with this tunic I am
making for a new person in our group." They sang and made merry, even
when he had to hold still while she used him as a model for the tunic, and
for a time his search was forgotten. When 'twas done, however, his mind
returned once more to his problems. Seeing this, Mistress Laurel laid a
hand on his arm and said, "Perhaps Master Pelican can help you find what
you seek." And so he did seek out that worthy.
Master Pelican listened gravely to MiLord's question. "Where to find the
Dream? Oh, my. Well, now, I believe I saw it at Pennsic, could you have
lost it there? Or perhaps it was at dance practice, I know I saw you with
it then. Oh forsooth, MiLord, I grieve that you have lost the Dream!"
MiLord nodded soberly, for by now all his joy had fled. Master Pelican
spoke on. "MiLord, I tell you, I think it can be found...but for now, I
see someone who needs your Service. Why not ask her?" Master Pelican
smiled, and gestured toward a tear-streaked Little Girl who stood
helplessly watching them both.
This was not where MiLord expected to find the Dream, but a damsel in
distress still deserved his help. He knelt before her and said, "Little
Girl, I have lost the Dream. Have you seen it?" Little Girl looked
up at him and sniffed back a tear.
"I've lost my Mommy."
MiLord saw that his plight was as nothing compared to hers, and with a
flourish he swore a great oath that he would not rest until Little Girl
was reunited with Mommy. Delighted, Little Girl forgot her tears, and
together they sojourned forth in quest of her, and soon enough they found
her, likewise distressed at the loss of Little Girl. Bowing, he placed
Little Girl in Mommy's arms, and turned to go. Before he took two steps,
Little Girl's voice stopped him.
"You oughta ask the King where your Dream is. He knows *everything*."
MiLord considered this, and turned his steps toward the King. Soon he
knelt before the Throne, and having given proper obeisance, asked, "My
Liege--I have lost the Dream! What am I to do?"
The King smiled down at MiLord, and said, "Have you now? Look behind
you."
MiLord turned, and behind him stood New Person. New Person was wearing
that same tunic he had patiently been the model for. In his hand was a
copy of the song that he had sung. His expression was bright, but a
little uncertain.
"MiLord...MiLord, I don't know what to say. I watched you fight with
Chivalry and Honor, and tried to learn from what you showed that squire.
I want to be like that, too! I loved the song, and I thank you so much
for the tunic! Master Pelican told me how much you have done for
everyone, and that Little Girl...you treated that Little Girl like a
great Lady. I wept to see it. Please, MiLord, how can I be like you?"
MiLord was shocked. Was this, then, the Dream? Was it right here, all
along? How could he have missed it? He heard the King's voice, soft and
wise.
"Do you see now, MiLord? The Dream is not something you have.
"It is something you *do*."
In Service to the Dream,
Colin of Tighan
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Copyright 2000 by Eric Jordan, PO Box 411, Cookeville, TN 38503.
<talvin at usit.net>. Permission is granted for republication in SCA-related
publications, provided the author is credited and receives a copy.
If this article is reprinted in a publication, I would appreciate a notice in
the publication that you found this article in the Florilegium. I would also
appreciate an email to myself, so that I can track which articles are being
reprinted. Thanks. -Stefan.
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