My first event (Falling Leaves 1988)<br>
I obviously knew much less about the middle ages and the Society than I 
do now. However, it was so easy to fall into the belief that I was 
really a medieval lady. Everything was new, different and wonderful. I 
try to recapture that magic at every event I go to, but it is more 
difficult to lose myself completely now that I know more about history.
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The Crown Tournament run by King Timothy II.<br>
There was a combatant I did not know, called Sir Brion Tarragon. In the 
final bout of the final round, he took his opponent's leg. As the other 
man, sank to his knees, Sir Brion tapped his own leg and dropped to the 
ground, relinquishing his advantage and in fact putting himself in a 
much worse position, as his opponent was taller than he was, even 
kneeling. As the two men squared off, the skies turned black with cloud 
and I was sure lightning would strike the ground should the better man 
not win. Just then Sir Brion struck his opponent's helm with one of the 
cleanest head shots I have ever seen. The skies cleared and the cry rang 
out "God save Prince Brion!"
