| Monday, May 28, 2001 |
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| The ladies of The Bell have Master Houndsworthy over
for luncheon |
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"...needs a little more garnish..." |
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| No meal were complete without a dessert course. |
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| Her most gracious majesty, Elizabeth Gloriana- God save
the Queen! -taking her ease in the Court Glade |
Yeoman Fountain |
Two young nobles in trouble... |
...and Her Grace is not pleased. |
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| She turns them over to the Lieutenant of the Queen's
Guard, which the boys perceive to be a woderful stroke of fortune.
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The Lieutenant sees that they're issued uniforms, and
then has them hustled off to latrine duty. |
Singing "Dona Nobis Pacem"... |
...and the considerably sillier "Young Rider" for the Queen... |
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| ...who listens with pleasure. |
The troll, with a sandpainting in progress |
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Chris and me. My dear sister Sharon inquired as to
whether I should like a bit of fruit with my sugar. Well. Her sweetin'
does return from a longish journey a few days hence, so I shall have to
see what I might make of that. |
