From: braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca (The Didi-Sprite)
Subject: The Faire!
Originator: braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca
Organization: SOCS - Mcgill University, Montreal, Canada
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1992 20:20:18 GMT

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Evening is approaching. Old Sol is dipping closer to the Western
horizon and our company of wagon-riders are wandering about the
Faire Grounds investigating the various booths and tents. Didi is
fascinated by the glass-blower. She loves watching his cheeks blow
out and his face turn scarlet, then purple. And, of course, there
is the lovely little bubble at the end of his wand that expands
into a globe and then with some fine manipulation ends up being a
lovely fluted vase.

Across the aisle a stage has been set up and Galdrin watches, with
rapt attention, the musicians playing upon the stage. The bamboo
flutes, hammer dulcimers, and harp create a peaceful image in his
mind as the tune they play floats out and away into the sky as well
as betwixt the nearby stalls. Under one arm, Galdrin has a roll of
parchment and the parcel in his hand contains more ink and sealing
wax for his work. Hidden in his pocket ... a delicate rose in red,
yellow, and white gold that he found in the nearby artisans stall.
A young boy stands next to him with a final parcel ... ancient tomes
of narrative verse, falconry techniques of the desert nomads, and
a philosophical treatise or two. His thoughts, though, are on how
these musicians would sound in the Great Keep of Northspire. Soon
the Didi-Sprite has acquired a small glass hummigbird from her
glassblower and steps through the throng of people to listen to the
music at Galdrin's side.

Finally, the Didi-Sprite looks up at her companion and suggests:

  "My Lord Galdrin, twilight is upon us, and truth to tell,
   my feet would like a rest, and my stomach needs some filling.
   Would it not be a good idea to find us a place to rest and
   a bite of supper?

The musicians complete their selection and Galdrin and Didi-Sprite
add their own handful of coins to the shower of monetary appreciation
for the performance. Putting his free arm around her shoulder, he
gives her a squeeze.

  "Indeed, MiLady. Wandering amongst all these stalls and stages
   is hungry and thirsty work!" he replies with a chuckle, "Lead
   on."

So, hand-in-hand, the loving companions look for some indication
of where they might find both meat and drink and a place to rest.
As they make their way toward where the food area has been set up,
Didi-Sprite spies an exquisite tapestry depicting a young girl
and boy sitting in a garden together watching a butterfly. While
Galdrin pauses to look over a selection of sun-catchers done of
stained glass and interspersed with crystals and agate pieces.
Their progress toward refreshment is slowed somewhat, but steady,
for all their interest in the many fine crafts represented at the
Faire.

Another of those *many* animated BillBoards ambles by announcing:

	   "For your Eating and Making Merry Pleasure
            stroll on over to Friar Tuck's Bar and Grill
	    where tonight's House Special is charbroiled
	    venison kabobs, quail-pot-pie, and awww-then-
	    tique TEXAS  BARBEEEQUUE!   Honeyed Mead but
	    1-pence a tankard - nut brown ale - and, 
	    Guernsey Buttermilk for the Didi-Sprite!
	    Come one ... come all ...                   "

  "How does that sound, M'Lady?" his Lordship asks.

But before the Didi-Sprite can answer another BillBoard saunters
past proclaiming:

	      "Bon Fire and Cook Out now in Progress on
	       the Western Playing Field.  Corn on the
	       cob; all manner of fresh vegetables any 
	       way you like them; TEXAS BARRBEEQUUE;
	       Hamburgers, Hot Dogs, Roast Venison,
	       Roast Quail ... in fact ... you ask and
	       we deliver!  Come one ... come all ...
	       free to all Callahanians and Didi-Sprite
	       guests!"

  "I think we are being paged, M'Lord!"

  "Aye!" he replies, "Such a variety of culinary delights bears
   investigation!"

 And, so Didi and Lord Galdrin join a growing line of patrons
heading on out to the Western Playing field.

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Come one, Come all!

Join us at The Faire!

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A Joint Post by:
      
       The Didi-Sprite:  braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca
       Lord Galdrin ap Morgan:  wlrjbl@usho23.hou281.chevron.com


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