I would say a major high point was at the Twelfth Night Poulet Gauche
that Prince Bjorn attended. Inspired by someone else's example, I had
decided to offer him an antique sword of mine to carry for his reign,
and he accepted it. Although princes rarely frequent a place like the
Poulet Gauche, that evening, in the dark hall with its candle light and
the murmur of people at their cups, and a gracious prince, I was
reminded of the great king Henri and I felt quite overcome.
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[There was] another Magic Moment I wanted to record. That was throwing
my dead body over my beloved Master, so that he emerged alive and well
from the charge that ran us down on the bridge at Pennsic. What a great
way to go!
