[Child of the 7th Age]

A small lad stood by the side, gazing at the figure of Sir Pellador and his ghastly opponent, the Nazgul. He marvelled at the Nazgul's discourteous response. This was certainly not chivalry! The knight was so surprsed that his visor slid open to reveal great foggy spectacles that looked as if they were covered with ice. Sir Pellador looked vaguely familiar to the boy, but he could not place the scary Nazgul.

When Pelladore removed his spectacles to clean them, they slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He peered down at them from the back of his steed, and then over at the boy.

"You, there, young fellow, who are you?" he halooed. "Would you retrieve my spectacles?"

"My name is Blister, squire of Sir Eek, and you look dreadfully familiar." He surveyed the great knight up and down, and went to pick up the spectacles.

Blister solemnly nodded, "Ah, yes, it comes to me now. But where is your brachet?"

"I believe he is coming soon. I have left him home with Miss Piggy."

Blister shook his head, but then looked up with despair into the eyes of the knight. "I think you and I have made a colossal blunder. For we are from another time and place, and will surely get tossed from this merry gathering since we are not "canon." And yet," said the boy. "I did receive a wicker basket with an invitation, while my foster brother did not."
The lad looked extremely puzzled.

"Do not worry, for you will see much here that is known to you. Over there are a people who live in the Shire. And yonder, on a distant shore, stands the Blessed Lands. For we are from a region of great importance called "Source" and are thus free to join in these revels."

"Now, if you will excuse me, I must deal with this Nazgul.

Then Blister spied a lovely lass with blonde curls, for which he had a definite weakness, and he went off to introduce himself to Pearl.

[ September 19, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]