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TRENPS/Momtoy, May 7/Pay H
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By BILL KENYON
tinners fluttered in the quiet breeze that
blew over the camp. Red on gold, black on
silver, they were marked with a variety of
devices, each indicating distinctly the warrior to
whom it belonged.
The warrior named Theatyn stood nervously
under one such banner rubbing his hands together
and gazing across the camp in anticipation, wailing
for his turn at battle. The name he'd drawn, the
mrrior he would meet very soon in a contest to the
death, was well respected and had won many such
fights. The warrior's banners were flying high, and
Vieatyn shuddered as his gaze fell on them There
were only moments to go.
Theatyn shifted inside his 50 pounds of armor,
which included a helmet he'd taken from a dead
Norse invader and a chain hauberk, or coat, that
he'd found on another battlefield. He didn't carry a
shield, and he hoped silently that he wouldn't need
one. After all, he was young, lithe and not a bad
fighter.
Rut, of course, his opponent was much better.
After what seemed an impossible wait, the
Herald announced Theatyn's fight. With a muffled
groan, the young warrior picked his way through
the crowd and came finally to the small clearing
where his fight was to occur. His lady stood apart
from him, her eyes wide and her breath deep. She
nodded him onward.
His opponent uialked up beside him. The lady
whose token he bore walked up with him, holding
his arm. She smiled up at her hero, and Theatyn
heard him whisper to her, "Let me go and kill this
one. I'll return shortly."
Again, Theatyn shuddered
Both warriors stepped into the clearing
simultaneously, both carrying glaives. The other
warrior winked at Theatyn, who grinned back, the
teeth in his grin clicking together in fright. Then the
marshals came out into the clearing to conduct the
fight - to make sure no one lost his life unfairly.
Theatyn and the other warrior saluted the king
and queen, saluted the people in the crowd,
saluted their ladies, then turned and saluted each
other.
A marshal stepped forward and asked the other
warrior, "Are you ready, my lord?"
The warrior nodded. The marshal turned to
Theatyn.
"Are you ready, my lord?"
Theatyn nodded. His heart was running at a
gallop inside his armor. Sweat began to form on his
forehead.
Moving in what seemed to Theatyn to be the
slowest of motions, the marshal dutifully stepped
back and said, "Then for honor and glory...
"Lay on."
Immediately the other warrior rushed in, his
glaive darting in and out and swinging around,
whistling. So loud was its whistle that to Theatyn,
the glaive the other warrior held was playing a
song, a dirge of sorts that drove Theatyn
backwards, step by step.
Finally, Theatyn managed to gain a firm footing.
He blocked a couple of the warrior's blows and
lunged forward. The two locked, their armor grating
against the other's. They strained and finally, the
other warrior shoved fiercely, causing Theatyn to
lose his balance....
Theatyn of Girvan is actually Peter Gareis, an
English instructor with an office at 34 Park Hall, but
everything that happens to Theatyn happens to
Peter, for they are one and the same. The tale of
Theatyn and his death-duel actually happened,
only no one really dies. They would die if the
weapons were real, but they aren't.
Peter Gareis belongs to a national organization
that, according to Lady Mariona Dolores, the
local chapter's seneschal, (the equivalent to
DAVID COOK
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LAWRENCE OF ARABIA
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BLIZZARD OF BUCKS
May 21, Tate Theatre, $2 UGA students
WOODY HERMAN ORCHESTRA
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SWEET HEARTS OF THE RODEO
May 25, Legion Field, $3 UGA students
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