Days of Wonder, Knights of Valour

Fe20171008_114131w things are more thrilling than our annual trip to the Indiana Renaissance Faire. It’s one of the highlights of October for us.

This year was no different.

We arrived early and got to listen to some fine music before the gates opened, with performances by Drunk & Sailor, Kilted Kings, Red Rum, Lute & Lady Lawson, and my personal favorite, Chaste Treasure, an a cappella trio that harmonized beautifully.

Once inside, we browsed around a bit before taking in the Rogue Blades featuring Dave the Knave, Sir James, and Squire Paul. It was a sword-fighting comedy stage show, family friendly and with plenty of audience participation. Well worth a look, over-all, but that’s not what we were there for.

It never is, at least for Conn and me.

When made our way back into the market, examining swords, capes, hand-crafted journals, and enough fantasy and medieval bric-a-brac to fill a moderately sized man cave.

This is the point when I generally regret the perpetual emptiness of my wallet. That feeling quickly passes though as soon as we make our way to the Lyst.

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Ah yes, the Knights of Valour Joust Troupe, our reason for traveling south. Shane Adams and Company always put on a great show. The warhorses are beautiful, the knights bold and fearless, and the host a charismatic showman.

I would go into more detail, but why when I can just show it to you —

Another amazing Ren Faire. Our fifth or sixth time, I think. Will we journey forth again next year? Possibly. We’ve discussed traveling even further south next year, for the Imaginarium Convention. We shall have to see how the dates align.

kofvI can assure you, however, that should we fail to attend, our hearts will be saddened. It won’t be the same if we are not to hear the Knights of Valour Battle Cry — “Helm Up and Charge On!”

Now, to our next order of business… Connor’s fourteenth birthday.

He arrived on the 9th of October, on Thor’s Day and Leif Eriksson Day, no less.

He is, as they say, a warrior born.

I know he has a future as a storyteller ahead of him, but I often times wonder if some sort of life wielding a sword might be waiting for him as well.

 

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Bring me my broadsword…

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I posted the following on Occult Detective. It seems more than appropriate that it be shared here as well…

This morning we travel south, across the beautiful autumn kissed landscape of mythic Indiana, until we reach the sights and sounds of the ancient world reborn for us at Fishers Renaissance Faire.

It will be grand to be surrounded once more by minstrels, merchants and maidens fair, but we most long to hear once more the cacophony of broken lances and the roar of the crowd as the Knights of Valour demonstrate their tournament prowess.

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This has become an annual affair for us, one we so look forward to. That it so closely coincides with Connor’s birthday is an added bonus.

This will be a much needed escape from our daily troubles and the incessant grind of weighty real world matters. Immersing ourselves in the medieval realm of fantasy, our attention will be drawn instead to pomp and spectacle.

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I, for one, look forward to the joust and to perusing the weapon tents. Nothing better than holding a yard of well-crafted steel in one’s hand.

So, huzzah, my friends. Expect a full report when Leif Eriksson Day dawns…