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August 31, 2004

The Last Day of August for 2004

Tommorow is the FIRST OF SEPTEMBER!!! Which means that in twenty six days I will be SIXTEEN!!! Is not that exciting? And I think I’ll get to opon my presents(which there should be since I plan on buying mself something or I could just wrap up something I already have…) on the Twenty-fith, which is a Saturday, and have my cake(Sugar Free of course…) then. And hopefully play a six player game of clue or two which I plan to win. And perhaps I’ll be able to watch the Widescreen edition of Star Wars which hopefully somebody will get for me.(it comes out on the twenty-first). I did write a birthday wishlist a little while ago so if you search for “Birthday Wishlist” you should be able to find it. However if you are too lazy to look for it and too lazy or disinclined to go shopping Cash works just fine(preferably in quantities greater than or equal to $20.00 and not counterfeit).

I became Queen of Italy today. It was very exciting. I defeated the last remaining noble and my armies had all of Italy under my sway and I had more money than anybody else. I really enjoy playing Lords of the Realm 2. There are even merchant carts where you can go shopping!

And now I think I’ll post this. I hope that everyone will enjoy all of the spelling mistakes I make since I do NOT have spellcheck here. And progress on the new Eowyn has slowed down considerably since I currently am enjoying using Arwen. Daniel said, when I mentioned this, that “Good Enough” is the enemy of “Perfection”. Though personally I don’t think that even a Mac Ibook is “Perfection”. For one thing, their price isn’t low enough, and for another, they break down occasionally.

Remarkable, instead of using () all of the time I have graduated to using commas frequently! And now, since I have several other things I could be doing, like typing story ideas on a new story I’m working on, I think I will end this post.

August 25, 2004

32 days until my birthday…

One of the hardest things about writing posts is figuring out the titles. Sometimes they come very easy and then other times… They are extremely difficult to come up with. It is nice to have them remotely resemble the post which is going to be written, which means that perhaps I ought to write the title after I write the post but then I might forget to write the posts.

Anyway, I am writing a post and that is something. I’ve gotten to the point were I don’t miss Eowyn quite so much and I’ve stopped working as much in the shop as I did when Eowyn first broke down. And I am going to get Daniel to see if he can reinstall the operating system on Eowyn and see if that will fix her problems, at least temporallily.

I miss spellcheck considerable and you are getting to se what my typing is really like. Microsoft word is really nice though… However it messes up most of the puntuation when it is put in here. Oh well….

I played two games of Chess with my brother John last night and he won both of them. John is not very fun to play games with as he does win quite frequently… And he doesn’t do stupid moves that give me an advantage. Oh well, I suppose I can’t win all of the time…

Well, I did have plans for writing another story today but I may not. That or I may write one later. Maybe….

I really am using … today. I enjoy them apparently. Soon it will be my birthday. My birthday is on the 26th of September and I will be sixteen. I’ve already mentioned the fact once or twice on my website so far but when something is mentioned frequently it may stick in the head better. I hope I get some nice presents! I think I will though, I have a nice little shopping list of things I plan to buy myself for my birthday in case nobody else gets them for me.

I think I’ve typed enough on this post. So THE END

August 23, 2004

Eating Sugar has an odd efect in my typing…

So without too much further introduction here is the story. Though I will say first that reading nearly fifty G.A.Henty books can really have an effect on your writing. I am an American there fore I am not really anti-French but I just decided that this story would be as the hero is an Englishman. If any French are offended my apoligies and you can just retaliate by writing stories that are anti-British. So now it is time for the story…

Filling for Three Blank Pieces of Paper
By Elizabeth Von Fange

Chapter One

It was a dark and stormy night; Marie, a lovely girl of eighteen with bright blue eyes and golden brown hair, was sitting by her window worrying about her lover, Harold, who was supposed to have been there three hours ago. Had the enemy captured him? It was dangerous, she knew, to ride through the French camp every night but he had always managed to do it before.

Suddenly she heard the sound of horse’s hoofs approaching. Gazing out of the window she gasped in relief for she did recognize his horse. Harold, she felt sure, was on it. The butler answered the door and in a few minutes Harold, a handsome young captain of twenty-five, was with her.

“You’re late. Did anything happen?” she whispered from the folds of his embrace.

“I’m sorry my love. I was kept on duty for later than I thought and the French guards were more vigilant than usual. I fear that a time will soon come when I cannot come and see you so often.”

“I wish that wars didn’t have to happen.”

“So do many, but wars still start and you and I can do little to stop them and must just wait until they are over.”

“But you are fighting, and I don’t quite call that just waiting.”

“Well, I am doing my best to see that it is over as quickly as possible so that you and I can marry, though I believe that there will be many more problems to overcome before you and I can wed. I know your uncle does not approve of my low, in comparison, birth though I believe that in point of fortune we are equals.”

“Yes, so many problems, I often think of them. And yet now, when we are alone together, all I can think of is that you are here and I am in your arms and happy.”

“I hope that you will always be happy, Marie.”

The two speakers were Marie, a young English heiress currently living in France, and Captain Harold of the English army. The two were very much in love and had met while the English controlled the part of France that Marie lived in. However the French were briskly taking it back and it was now a matter of extreme danger for Harold to come and see Marie. Both knew it but neither wanted to stop seeing the other so they continued meeting. But the feeling that soon a parting must happen hung over them like a shadow.

As did Marie’s Uncle. He was as blue blooded as it could get and judged everyone by his or her ancestry. As he was Marie’s sole guardian his opinion would have to be consulted before matrimony could legally take place and the two worried. For though Harold had a goodly sum of money to his name most of it had been gotten through rewards, ransoms, and buried treasure. Harrold had worked his way up in the army from the rank of an enlisted man to Captain, which wasn’t bad, and had high hopes of going further. But all of that would count for nothing in the eyes of Marie’s Uncle next to the fact that Harold’s father had been a blacksmith and his mother was a farmer’s daughter.

Still the two were in love and at that moment neither much cared for Marie’s Uncle or any of the problems that faced them. But problems were still there and were about to magnify themselves greatly, and I mean greatly.

For just as Harold was kissing Marie for about the fifth time that evening, they heard the sound of marching feet and that meant only one thing, the French were coming. Harold ran to the window and looked out. It was the French all right and they would be there shortly.

But in a moment the French became only a minor problem for Marie’s Uncle, who usually went to bed early and did not stir until morning, walked into the room. If looks could kill I dread to think of the fate of Marie and Harold but fortunately Marie’s Uncle’s scowl turned toward the French. For Marie’s Uncle was British through and through and did not like the French, as he considered that they were living on rightful English land and he disliked them for many more reasons besides that.

He did not immediately begin asking questions of Marie and Harold for he first had to deliver several paragraphs, which would not bear printing, at the French and then he turned to face Harold.

“Who are you and what are you doing here? Although I can guess.”

“I am a British Captain and I am here to see your niece.”

“You were doing more than just seeing her I would think.” Marie’s Uncle said and Marie’s blushes confirmed his suspicions. He continued, “You had better state your intentions.”

“I intend to marry your niece.”

“Good, you admit it. You are not French are you?”

“Definitely not!”

“Even better. Now help me batter these French who are currently flattening my lawn and I’ll think over your application.”

Harold quickly did his best to batter the French and with the coolness and bravery of a true British officer he quickly did batter the French, for there were only about two hundred of them and what British officer, especially the hero of a story like this, isn’t up to two hundred to one odds? Well, when it is two hundred British to one Frenchman then he can defiantly handle the odds but with two hundred French to one Englishman… Well, that is a different story.

Fortunately, it was not just one Englishman and two hundred French. There were several servants, Marie and her uncle, and also a large cellar full of wine. Harold, with the intelligence of his race, immediately suggested lighting the casks of wine and rolling them at the French and then firing at them, as the light from the flaming wine casks would make the French excellent targets.

The plan was carried out, with even more success than was thought, for the explosions and the flames came to the attention of a whole brigade of the French who thought a serious battle was going on and came over to check. But it also came to the attention of one hundred British cavalry that also thought a battle was going on and when they got there, there was.

The British quickly attacked the French and the battle lasted only a short time after their attack.

Harold, as soon as it was plain that the British would win and the contents of the wine cellar and his ammunition pouch would not last much longer, ran back up the stairs to Marie, who fainted from relief at seeing him.

She shortly revived and told him how worried she had been. Her uncle marched into the room a few minutes later and said, that though he regretted the waist of his wine, it still had been an excellent show and he wouldn’t have missed it for the world. He congratulated Harold on his victory and then told him that if he wanted his niece he could have her.

You can be sure that this news was very welcome to Harold and Marie and they each thanked Marie’s Uncle heartily and then proceeded to express their joy to each other, much to the amusement of Marie’s Uncle and the British and French commanders who were just entering the room to discuss the proper terms of surrender, and to see if any wine was left.

There was some wine left and several toasts were drunk for the future happiness of Harold and Marie.

These must have been especially good toasts for a few months later Harold and Marie were married and moved to England and lived very happily there with less than the usual amount of quarrels that happen to even the most happily married couples. So with that I shall say, THE END

News of all sorts

I suppose I should start out with what I have been doing lately. I went to Virgina to see my cousin Erika. We had a very fun time together. I stayed up until two in the morning with her two nights in a row. We watched movies, talked, went to Walmart, and sewed. At Walmart she bought some brown fabric since she wanted a Jedi Robe and I figured out the design and cut it out and she sewed it together, except for the hood which I did. It looked great when it was done! I plan to make one for me next time I find some brown fabric.

I do wish I had spellcheck in this posting program… OH well, another reason to buy a new Ibook. I had sugar this weekend which is bad as I currently feel slightly sick and I have been writing the strangest things this evening… I think I’ll post the story I wrote in a seperate post. My apoligies for the misstypes and miss spellings in this post.

August 19, 2004

A post! A Post! My kingdom for a Post!

How lovely, I can post again! Isn’t that lovely! I may even be able to put pictures on here and lots of other things.

I’ve been briskly working on a script for a movie I plan to make when I get my new computer. Or I may not wait that long… To film it at least. The story line is very interesting…

Oh, and read the comments on the previous post, it talks about what I’ve been doing during my long break from posting.

I’m currently posting from Arwen, my PC laptop. I would post more now but I stayed up until two in the morning last night and it is high time for a nap.

August 10, 2004

Remarkable how plans oft go amis

I had plans for writing an informative post every day this week but… Fortunately I have something to blame. We went to Sam’s Club, a large store selling items at low prices which require a membership card to purchase, and they had a package of “Educational” computer games for the low figure of $14.00. I got it and I have been busy playing. When a “Save and Exit” button is not obvious one may play a game for a very long(and I mean long) time. I started one of the games “Where in the World is Carmen Sandiago” last night around nine or so. I won a little past twelve. So perhaps for a normal person it may take five hours or more to win, probably not playing strait through though.

It was rather interesting. Did you know that the deepest lake is in Russia? And that more people speak Portuguese in Brazil than in Portugal(the fact that Brazil is bigger than Portugal may have something to do with this)? And that a game aimed at eight to twelve year olds can actually interest an almost sixteen year old with a high IQ? Even though it may bore while the characters are talking?

One of the most enjoyable parts of the game was when the characters came to a location and I could say to myself “I’ve been there!”. History and Geography do come alive more when you have actually been to the spot mentioned. I’ve been to the Alhambra, Pompeii, Paris, Lisbon, the rock of Gibraltar and so many other places and when they are mentioned I remember what is said about them and actually being there. True, I mainly know about the gift shops but… Oh, a bit of information about the gift shops near large tourist attractions, the further you get from the attraction(like a cathedral or something) the lower the prices get. This may not always be so and I do not recommend going far or you may get lost but if there is a gift shop right next door to the attraction and one down a back street a block away the one down the back street may be less expensive than the one nearby. Of course if you are in Europe it probably means that you aren’t too miserly or else you would have stayed at home and read about the places for free on the internet…

As you can see, I am attempting a bit of an informative post here. At some point, probably when I can put pictures on here again, I plan to do an indepth sewing instructional post or two as that is something I have a lot of experience in.

When I turn sixteen I am probably going to update the “About me post” and by update I mean write a new one. Oh, and if you see any comments that don’t look like the belong on my website, don’t go to the website that will be linked to it as it is probably a bad, junk, spam, website. I suppose I ought to pull out a thesaurus and figure out some really descriptive negative words but I don’t feel like doing that.

August 8, 2004

Ammerspay or, SPAMMERS!!!

My nice website is once again being besmirched by spammers so at Daniel’s suggestion I am turning comments off soon unless I find a nice easy way to delete their comments. I don’t really want to turn comments off as comments are currently the only way I have of knowing whether or not somebody is actually reading my website as a certain person, who shall be nameless, has not yet had the time to oblige his little sister by making a something that will show her how many hits her site has.

As this website is “The Website of the Great Rambling and/or Informative Posts!” and I think I need to add a few more “Informative” posts. I was actually thinking about doing some research about subjects I don’t know yet, like European country names and the different types of trees, but really I could talk about things I know and my first hand experience may help somebody. For example I know how to make a fairly nice satin(sort of satin…) colonial ball gown with a fairly full skirt for nine dollars of material and ten dollars in patterns. But once you have the pattern you can use it over and over and over again… I can make a medieval gown with long flowing sleeves with just a three dollar pattern and three yards of material. Material is sold by the yard(in Walmart at least) and the prices on the material is how much per yard. You really want to check out the Dollar-a-Yard section in Walmart if you are making something. It’s a LOT cheaper. But I’ll save more information for a sewing post as I have a lot of experience in buying fabric at Walmart. A LOT of experience…

Also I can discuss things like: knitting, crocheting, video editing, filming, acting, sewing, history of dress, famous rulers of England, writing, dolls(as in Barbie but also collectors dolls like Madam Alexander dolls and Tyler), Beanie Babies, Classic Literature, Movie Revues, Ibooks, Basic Computer Stuff(like how to change your screen saver. How to record a message like “WARNING THIS COMPUTER HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER BY A VIRUS. IMMEDIATELY TURN OFF OR YOU WON’T LOSE ALL UNSAVED DATA” and then put it as the sound your computer makes when you get an Email in and then turn the volume up and wait for an Email and an unsuspecting user.), Also I’ve done quite a bit of internet research and can mention what I have learned about websites etc. So there are quite a few informative posts that I could write and hopefully will.

But right now it is after eleven P.M. and though it is early for me to do so, I am going to set my computer aside and go to sleep.

August 7, 2004

The Queen

I played a computer game today. It was an old computer game, “Lords of the Realm 2″. I have faint recollections of my brothers playing it in days when every one in our family did not have their own computers and there were just too of them in the school room for our use.

Andrew was playing it again today and I watched him, then I asked if I could play. Andrew typed in my name as “The Queen” which since the goal of the game is to become the sovereign ruler of the country, it was an appropriate name.

Although when I first started I did not expect to win, I did. Andrew helped and the game was on easy but still, I won! I won. I was playing by myself for the last bit of the game. And even Daniel was impressed by the amount of gold I had(from taxes) at the end of the game. I had a great deal of fun playing and I’ll probably play another game at some point.

Currently something is high on my list of things to do, and that is make a southern belle ball gown out of some fabric I just bought. But I think that that will have to wait until I have a nice long nap this afternoon, I’m tired.

August 6, 2004

Sometimes subjects suddenly suggests themselves in strange ways…

Four words beginning with “S” in a row, not bad for a title. It is somewhat odd how you can be thinking about one thing and then switch to something else, and the something else, until you have something that is very different. I don’t know what started off the chain reaction that lead to the subject I am going to write about but since it was interesting and as someday this post may give somebody some good ideas I think I’ll write it.

Actually, I do know what started the ideas. I often look over the Disney website and I was briefly looking at a movie that was coming out soon, “The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement”(not a paid advertisement so I will say that the movie probably stinks) and as I was looking over it there was a listing of the characters and one of the characteristics was “Ideal Date” and on that particular person it mentioned that they would want to have a picnic in the country and then hike around a bit in the beauties of nature.

Now, since someday(Twenty years from now or more would please Mom) somebody might want to take me out on a date and if they want to take a long walk in the country they may as well know now that that will not incline me favorably toward them, at least in my present state of mind. What I would much prefer is…(Since I wrote my birthday wish list two months early and since I don’t really have anything else to write about tonight(other than the fact that my brothers went go cart racing while I watched) and I think this might make an interesting post I think I shall go on with my “ideal places and things to do on a date”)

1. If on a cruise ship, I think it would be fun to go to the “specialty restaurant” (additional cost) so I could wear one of my lovely formal gowns. Roses delivered to my stateroom would be very nice but not completely necessary. Then a nice stroll, but not on deck since the wind is bothersome, and the place for the stroll would probably be through the gift shop area or in the grand foyer.

Since the chances of a date happing on a cruise ship(until my honeymoon that is, I want to go on a cruise for my honeymoon, six star cruise ship(out of six stars(a bit expensive)) preferred but I’d settle for a five and a half.) are extremely improbably the rest of these would be for outside of a cruise ship.

2. If at home, Go to a very nice Italian restaurant, like the Olive Garden or Carabas, and after a delicious dinner drive around for a bit and then go home, or maybe stop somewhere, like the mall or Walmart, (whoever marries me will have to realize that Walmart will be visited a LOT and sums of money spent therin…) Roses given at the beginning of the evening would be nice, I like crimson roses with white babies breath the best. Also, before going, a rough idea of the place going to would be nice that way I would not be dressed too casually, or to formally. Limousines are kind of nice in their way but I do kind of like sportscars, like Porches (Two of my brothers have porches), Ferraris(Andrew likes those cars) and the like.

3. I like eating at the Sonic(Drive up restaurant where you order food like corndogs, grilled cheese sandwiches and a milk, at least that is what I order but they also have hamburgers and the like..) so it would be fun to go to the Sonic, order our food, and then I would whip out my PDP (personal DVD player) and watch something nice and Romantic like Robin Hood staring Eroll Flynn or perhaps a Roy Rogers. Then go to Walmart… I enjoy my little PDP very much and it is rather fun to be driving around watching it. Movie theaters are what people usually go to but I prefer DVD’s, then you can pause, fast forward, skip, rewind, and all sorts of things.

4. Just sit at home and watch some DVD’s on the big screen and have dinner with my family(Mom would prefer this one, so she could keep her eye on me and I would kind of like that too.) Then I could show off my sword collection, and my costume collection, and my laptops, and many various other items. Having dinner with my family would probably be the best first date as you can be sure that Mom(and Dad) would not let me go out with somebody until they were well acquainted with him. Something like the movie “Father of the Bride” staring Elizabeth Taylor, would not happen at my parents house.

I suppose all of this is pretty silly considering the fact that I am just fifteen(Sixteen on September 26th…) and it is likely that I will never get to go on a date until I am married or that if a young man actually does want to ask me out several years from now that he will find this post and read it. But if years and years from now he does… Well, I think it would be nice if he would tell me that he did read this post and then I will know that I did not waist time in writing this post. Although it may be faulty by then because I may change my mind about some things between now and then, but I doubt I’ll change my mind about Walmart, Six Star Cruise Ships, Italian Restaurants, and DVD’s… But for the present I am just enjoying being a young girl who doesn’t have anything to bother her and doesn’t have to worry much and knows that someday God will bring the right man into my life at the right time and in the right place. And until then I’ll just wait and if he never shows up… I’ll just enjoy being single for the rest of my life and make handsome and wonderful heroes for my stories and smile when people mention marital problems.

August 4, 2004

For some strange reason I think I will post this

I just wrote a story plot. Usually when I write a story plot I just shove it into a certain folder and then leave it there to gather dust for a bit. But this plot… Well, I think I just might post it. Brief background, I borrowed some of my brother John’s music CD’s and downloaded them into Itunes and then returned his CD’s to him. Anyrate, everonce in a while a song, for some strange reason(I do say that a lot, for some strange reason “For some strange reason” is used often by me to explaine the unexplainable, or for what I feel too lazy to explaine) one song, wich was an old Irish folk song, appleaded to me and joined the ranks of my five star collection.

The gists of the song is this, oh wait. Just Google search “Whiskey in the Jar Irish Song” and you’ll be able to find a page with the lyrics. I suppose the reason I like it is because of the way that it is done audio wise, and the reason that the singer has a very good Irish accent and the tune is nice.

But enough about the song. I was listening to it and this is what I typed… It is amazing how something can be inspired by something and then be quite a bit different from what inspried it. Enjoy and if no logical sense can be gathered from what is below… just blame it on the song and the fact that I seldom knew what would happen next. I wasn’t trying to be very funny but just typing but something amusing might have crept in. Reading “The Prisoner of Zenda”(Recomended reading if you like a good swordfight/mystery/romance etc , it isn’t a fantasy medieval tale but set more in the late 1800’s I would say. Modern conviences with fencing still being a popular sport.) probably helped a bit in making this plot what it is. Enjoy(I hope…)

For some strange reason I feel like writing a story inspired by the song, “Whiskey in the Jar”. Which means that the hero will probably be either an officer or a highwayman, the highwayman more likely. Despite the fact that I don’t want crime to pay he may be a bit like Robin Hood. There probably will be a young girl in the story, I think she’ll be the daughter of an officer or law official:) That should make courting a bit interesting. And when he asks her father for permission to marry her.

Probably there is a nice, regular, young officer who is very interested in the young lady, but he doesn’t get her:)

More about the gentleman, Richard or Dick, will be his name. I think he’ll probably be English, Scottish, or Irish. Or likeabouts. Probably he was a son of a noble, got embroiled in quarrels and left. He joined up with a band of disbanded soldiers turned highwaymen. The particular place they are is rather isolated and the lord over the place is charging unfair taxes. There are two different bands, the one with Richard and the bad guys, who will show that crime doesn’t pay. Primarily Dick’s band plunders the bad guys and so long as they have enough supplies to live fairly comfortable in the ruins of an old castle they don’t bother too much. Richard probably meets Elizabeth(for the fun of it) while she was traveling home from her aunts, probably in company with others as it would not be proper for a young lady to go about by herself. The other band, under their fearless leader Red Douglas, might attack and Richard’s band, hearing screams, decided to interfere. They successfully chased off Red Douglas’s band, all though they did bring most of the travelers and their gold with them, but they didn’t get Elizabeth. Richard quickly offered himself as escort to her home and as the carriage horses had been taken too (Red Douglas had been thorough and quick) he quickly swung her into the saddle while his men took care of what was left of value in and on the carriage. Elizabeth’s luggage, which Richard had her point out, however was taken with her and Richard, with two men, took her home. Since was a bit of a long ride the two of them had ample time to get acquainted.

Finding out her father was the local equivalent to a sheriff made him not go to close to the house but once they were in sight of it(and fortunately there were woods very close to the back of the house) and he had helped her down and carried her luggage for her to the edge of the woods he tipped his hat and told her that this was about as far as he ought to go as her father probably would not welcome him favorably. She smiled at that and took her luggage and he watched as she went to the house. Then turning she told him that maybe, if he wanted to come again, he could come in the kitchen and maybe, she might be there or maybe Nora the maid could take a message. Or maybe he asks instead of her inviting him. Probably that is what happens.

Now that there is a young lady in the story things speed up. The battle between Red Douglas and Richard somewhat increases, for Red Douglas also had his eye on Elizabeth, but he definitely was not invited inside the kitchen to court. Now the taxes going up again Richard decided to play Robin Hood, since he did enjoy reading when he was a lad, so he began borrowing from the tax gatherers and giving tax refunds. Since the tax was not about a war or something important for national defense but merely so that the court and the nobles could live in a bit more luxury and have more to spend on lavish extravagances, it didn’t bother his conscious much.

Things went on like this for a bit, he regularly visited Elizabeth, and so far her father was unaware of it, and Red Douglas and he had some skirmishes and a lot of people were very grateful to Richard and his band and much to his satisfaction he was being called “a second Robin Hood” which pleased him greatly, especially when Elizabeth called him that.

Then, since something must happen to continue the story, two things of importance happened. Richard’s father, who, as I said before, was a noble, came to visit the nearby lord. And he brought with him the news that his oldest son had just died in a hunting accident. Richard being a second son this was very important information as it made him a Lord when his father died.

The second thing was an increase of strength of Red Douglas’s band. His brother has his own band and the two brothers meeting they decided that if they joined bands they’d be strong enough to have the countryside at their mercy. This idea being pleasant to both Red Douglas and his brother joined thier forces. Deciding to announce their new merger in a bold way they decided to attack the Lord’s castle, kidnap him and his guests, and then on the way back stop by the sheriffs house and pick up him and Elizabeth. This they very nearly carried out. They got the lord’s castle and it’s owner all right, and Richard’s father, a lot of gold and jewels, and they made it to the sheriffs house all right. He, and a young officer who was attempting to court Elizabeth and couldn’t understand why she spent so much time in the kitchen, were in the family room having a smoke after supper and were quickly captured, for they were caught by surprise.

However, Red Douglas had called on an evening when Richard, and one of his band who had found Nora, the maid, charms irresistible, were calling and as they never came near the house without several of the band nearby(for it was the sheriff’s home and many soldiers were there). Suffice it to say that Red Douglas and his band did not get Elizabeth but as Richard’s band was outnumbered greatly they decided that for prudent reasons they should take Elizabeth, and Nora, back with them to camp and rescue the others later.

The new additions to Red Douglas’s band worried Richard, and Elizabeth who was worried about her father. Richard didn’t know that his father was also captured but he soon heard that news when one of his band scouted out town. A large ransom was being demanded for all of the prisoners and Red Douglas seemed to not count at all that he had taken the chief treasures of the castle.

Several of Richard’s fathers men-at-arms were left behind at the castle, and that may or may not play an important part later on as I have no idea whether it will or not yet.

Richard decided that he must rescue his father and Elizabeth’s father and finally defeat Red Douglas. Richard’s band was well trained but would it stand up against Red Douglas and his brother’s bands who were all composed of tough disbanded soldiers, all much used to war fare. Then it was that the men-at-arms came to mind as I was sure they would. Richard decided that in the emergency, and since he was fairly sure he couldn’t take down Red Douglas and his men without their help, he would use his authority as their next lord and get them to cooperate with his band, if that was possible.

Quickly making contact with the Captain, who was an old friend and overjoyed to see
him(Richard didn’t have a younger brother and the next of kin was an irritable old uncle of Richard’s father who was not a very desirable lord). Quickly plans were made and as they carried out well at precisely the same time on the next day Red Douglas’s band was attacked on two sides.

The large epic battle of the story being here I think I can safely say that this story won’t last much longer. With the battle raging a certian band, led by Richard(just so you know, Elizabeth and Nora were left behind at the castle) went to rescue the prisoners.

Cutting their way through Red Douglas’s men they finally reached the prisoners. Shock was rather evident on Richard’s father’s face when he saw his son but it was nothing compared to what Elizabeth’s father’s face looked like when Richard, as he was cutting his bonds, asked if he could have his daughters hand in marriage. It was a custom to ask the father first before asking the daughter and if he said “No” it was a “NO” while if the daughter said “No” it meant something more like “I think either you aren’t rich or handsome enough or I want to keep you in suspense or I just felt like saying no at the moment so would you ask again?”

Any way the battle was still raging and after the prisoners were escorted back(Richard did get permission to marry Elizabeth, especially when Richard’s father was introduced) Richard joined the main battle. But not for long for since there really ought to be an epic, final, sword-fight I think that Red Douglas, seeing his men nearly beat and his brother already down, decided to run now and fight later. However Richard seeing him flee the scene of battle gave chase and upon catching up with Red Douglas the climatic Sword Fight started!

Of course, since I want the sword fight to end in a certain way, it is probably very easy to guess the outcome since Richard is not defeated and Red Douglas does not escape. However instead of killing Red Douglas, Richard merely knocked him out, tied him up, and brought him back so that they both could enjoy a nice hanging, though Red Douglas would not be a spectator to it.

So Richard returned triumphant to his men, who were now Victorious and binding the remainders of Red Douglas’s men. Richard turned over Red Douglas to the Sheriff and then all of them rode back to the castle were Elizabeth was and Richard did not lose any time in telling her that he had her father’s permission and asking her to marry him. Of course she said “Yes” and the she was very surprised and pleased when Richard’s father was introduced to her and she found that she would be a Lady some day.

Therefore, with a happy ending in view, I’ll probably end the story with a grand feast at the castle and bright hopes in the hearts of all, even Red Douglas who hoped to escape from prison, or be rescued by his men. But whether he did or not, or whether Richard and Elizabeth actually got married, or whether Richard’s older brother unexpectedly showed up alive, or whether the irritable old uncle ended up outliving them all, will be left up to the readers imagination… and mine. Finis, Ethay Endpay, or The End

For some strange reason I have used the phrase “for some strange reason” rather frequently in this post. And for some strange reason I don’t know why…

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