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LJI9 Week 29 - A Lady by Any Other Name

This is my entry for this week of LJ Idol, Season 9. Please check out the entries of my fellow competitors and consider joining the therealljidol community. This week's topic was "Gauntlet."



Deirdre picked herself up off the sawdust, took a deep breath, and raised her sword. Her opponent came at her, repeating the familiar pattern of thrusts and parries, as she forced her aching arm to counter the movements. The dull clink of metal meeting metal reminded her to pay attention, no matter how tired she got. While this was only a practice session, if she got lazy, she could still get hurt. He traversed to her left, her weaker side, and with a practiced kick to the back of her leg, sent her tumbling once more.

"Tis time for a break," their instructor, Sir James, announced. "Grab your flask -- but no spirits, mind ye. That's for the pub afterwards."

As she once more struggled to right herself, her opponent surprised her by extending a hand. "I don't need any help from a scurvy knave like you," she cursed.

He smiled and shook his sweaty chestnut locks. "Scurvy is a term for sailors, not knights, love," he corrected.

"Give me a break," she muttered under her breath. Aloud, she said, "I call it like mine eye sees it, cur."

"Keep up that sort of lingo and they'll make you a pirate wench, instead of a jouster," he teased. His name was Squire Blake, and he was a prattling ninny.

Ordinarily, she might have been attracted to him, but nothing will kill flirtation so quickly as being locked in combat with someone for literally hours a day. For days, fighting had been their primary interaction, as Sir James had seen fit to pair them up due to their similar size. In this, the first week of training for the Renaissance Faire, she and Squire Blake had countered each other with sword, spear and lance, in between sessions of basic horse riding and horse care. She was so sick of Squire Blake's face she wanted to slash it, for real. But if she did that, she'd be fired, and she really needed this job.

At times, she wished she were taller, so they might have paired her with Squire Brian, the gentle-spirited guy with wide blue eyes who had so impressed Sir James that he seemed destined to become the Queen's Champion this season. Instead, she was saddled with this bit player, whose petty nitpicking sapped her focus while simultaneously making her want to scream.

What was worse: when he accidentally nicked her arm once, stepping in when he was supposed to fall back, he'd fallen all over himself, apologizing loudly. He'd made such a ruckus that Sir James had dashed over with the medic, causing everyone else to stop and stare. "It's only a flesh wound," she'd joked, her face burning.

When they'd begun again, she'd whispered loudly to Squire Blake, "You don't need to treat me with kid gloves. I'm not a delicate flower. I'm a fellow jouster. You won't do either of us any favors by treating me like a child."

Shaking his head haughtily, he had only responded, "Then stop acting like one." He'd come at her, saber flashing. The rest of that combat practice had gone by in a blur, as they'd focused more intensely than ever on every move, staring right into each other's eyes in shared enmity.

At the close of practice, Sir James had taken them both aside and said, "I don't know what happened between you today, but keep it up."

Squire Blake had taken that as a command, pure and simple. Every day, he'd found some way to tweak her: whether it was calling her a "bonny lass," doing a weak-wristed imitation of her technique or teasing her about her fondness for Squire Brian, whom he'd nicknamed Squire Dreamy.

At the end of week one, Sir James graded all of their performances, ranking her and Squire Blake near the top of the entire group of actors, citing their "stellar improvement."

Week two, Sir James informed them they would now learn how to ride the horses wearing their armor, starting a piece at a time with the sabatons, or steel armor shoes.

While Sir Blake was the closest to her size in terms of height, he still had men's feet, so he found a better fit with the new footwear than Deirdre did. He laughed at her when she stomped around awkwardly in them, saying she looked like a "wee mouse caught in a trap." His words resonated in her head while she rode the horse, prompting her to find ways to counteract the unaccustomed weight, although her leg muscles burned and her ankles ached.

Each day, they added a new piece of armor, and each day he called her a new belittling term: "kitten wrapped in tin foil," "hamster stuck in a bottle," and the worst of all, "tuna in a can." For that last remark, she soundly whacked him in their next jousting run, hitting him hard in the center of his shield and wiping the smile off his face.

Sir James, however, was impressed. When their two weeks of training ended, he announced the assignments for the season. To no one's surprise, Squire Dreamy (now even she was thinking of him this way) was promoted to Sir Brian and given the coveted position of Queen's Champion. Squire Blake was given a character: Sir Randall Blackheart, one of the key players in the stable of villains destined to challenge the Queen's knights. By contrast, Deirdre was dubbed Lady Evelyn Capulet, a member of the Queen's coterie.

Further days of training followed. Once more, Deirdre's Lady Evelyn faced off against Blake's Sir Randall. If possible, he became even more insufferable, practicing the "evil" mannerisms he felt were important to his character. This was nowhere more apparent than in their ground fighting routine, where Sir Randall was supposed to engage in cravenly low behavior in order to egg on the crowd, who was, of course, supposed to root for the Queen's knights. The part suited him all too well, Deirdre thought.

On opening weekend, Deirdre's nervousness soon disappeared as her every action met with cheering and approval from the crowd. In fact, on a particularly good jousting run, she got more of a crowd response than the Queen's Champion himself.

Then came the final act: the ground battle with cowardly Sir Randall. They thrust and parried, as practiced, and Deirdre savored the crowd's response. But then, unexpectedly, a little girl tossed a ring of flowers at her feet, and dancing to the left of it -- so as not to crush it -- Deirdre lost her footing. As she began to fall, she felt Blake's hand on her back: not helping her, but pushing her down harder. "Do frontfall," he commanded, as he swept her feet out from underneath!

Once she was down, he stuck his foot on her back, treating her like a trophy, a bear rug. The crowd booed and hissed, but he only towered over her, probably grinning. That was it: this was on! Using a technique she remembered from a long-ago martial arts class, she bent her knees and swung her legs out to the side, then grabbed him by the foot, twisting the ankle just enough to immobilize him with pain. As she squatted and then stood, she kept holding the foot, forcing him to hop helplessly. "Do backfall," she told him, and pushed forward until he collapsed like a turtle on his back, giving her a wink as he did so.

"I'd fall for you any time, love," he said. Despite herself, she grinned.




I am deeply indebted to my friend, Reider Bennett White, for his insider information on the fighting training at a Ren Faire, as well as friends Jim Vowles and Gwyn McVay, who provided valuable insights into Ren Faire culture. I am also grateful to Sadie O'Deay for her insight into being a woman sparring with a man in martial arts.


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bleodswean
Nov. 26th, 2014 05:23 pm (UTC)
This was a fun read! Nicely written and full of important details! I absolutely love the final sequence.
alycewilson
Nov. 27th, 2014 04:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you! One of the biggest influences on me wanting to write this piece was a recent trip we took to the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire, where we caught the jousting competition. We sat on the side of the king's challengers and were egging on the bad guys!
eternal_ot
Nov. 27th, 2014 02:57 pm (UTC)
Heh! I kind of enjoyed reading this..though it had fight as the essence but it didn't lose it's charm among other similar entries. I loved it!
alycewilson
Nov. 27th, 2014 04:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Even though I thought a lot of people would deal with fighting, I really wanted to write this piece, so I'm glad you got something out of it.
fodschwazzle
Nov. 27th, 2014 09:02 pm (UTC)
Oh ho ho ho. I loved this piece. The setting of Ren Faire gives it a modern touch even though the majority of the words are right in the time period.

"At the close of practice, Sir James had taken them both aside and said, 'I don't know what happened between you today, but keep it up.'"

I snorted when I read this line. I often enjoy what you write thoroughly, but I think this might be my favorite for the character dynamics. Fantastic job!
alycewilson
Nov. 28th, 2014 08:52 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you! I initially was going to have Blake just be some guy who would annoy her by insisting on being in character and then eventually step out of it at the end, but I thought it was better if the line was blurred about whether he was playing a character or really was that way. Besides, it doesn't end up feeling as much like a "trick." Sir James, by the way, is based on a guy I knew who worked a Ren Faire and really was called Sir James. I could see him saying pretty much everything in here.
i_17bingo
Nov. 28th, 2014 09:47 am (UTC)
His name was Squire Blake, and he was a prattling ninny.

This line made me snicker.

The whole piece, actually, had me smiling, what the bickering and the egging on and the whole "meet cute." I wasn't 100 percent sure this was SCA (or Ren Faire; I'm never sure what terminology to use) at first, but I didn't care, because it was adorable.
alycewilson
Nov. 30th, 2014 01:18 pm (UTC)
I seem to write "adorable" things as second nature. :) You know, I hadn't thought of this as a meet cute, but it definitely is!
tonithegreat
Nov. 28th, 2014 04:42 pm (UTC)
This was a really fun idea for the topic, and an enjoyable read! At first I thought it was going to be at one of those Medieval Times theme attractions, but it was just as fun to hear about an experience at the faire. I liked the way the character handled her adversity.
alycewilson
Nov. 30th, 2014 01:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I thought I'd be better off writing it with a modern setting than trying to immerse it in the Middle Ages, which would have required even more research than what I did!
halfshellvenus
Nov. 28th, 2014 08:18 pm (UTC)
This was a terrific use of the "armor" part of gauntlet, not to mention the ongoing challenges (verbal and physical) issued by Squire Blake-- who must have fancied himself charming throughout, rather than condescending and otherwise annoying. ;)
alycewilson
Nov. 30th, 2014 01:20 pm (UTC)
Thanks! You are always so perceptive. But yes, I wanted to have this be as much about the armor form of "gauntlet" as about the sense of "running the gauntlet."
alexpgp
Nov. 29th, 2014 04:31 am (UTC)
Nice story; good detail.
alycewilson
Nov. 30th, 2014 01:21 pm (UTC)
Thanks! That's a high compliment coming from someone skilled at using details.
jexia
Nov. 29th, 2014 09:04 am (UTC)
Hee, this was enjoyable.
alycewilson
Nov. 30th, 2014 01:22 pm (UTC)
Glad you found it so!
dmousey
Nov. 29th, 2014 05:07 pm (UTC)
I love Ren Faire... I love that period in history, it is endlessly fascinating to me. The politics, greed, kings and queens, a heady mixture for me. :)

I like how you kept the tension between them just simmering too. Well done
alycewilson
Nov. 30th, 2014 01:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you. This was partially inspired by taking our 4-year-old son to the Ren Faire at the end of the season. He enjoyed it a lot, especially the jugglers and bagpipers.
witches
Nov. 29th, 2014 09:05 pm (UTC)
i really enjoyed this!
alycewilson
Nov. 30th, 2014 01:26 pm (UTC)
Great to hear!
gratefuladdict
Nov. 30th, 2014 07:11 am (UTC)
That ending was deeply satisfying. :)
alycewilson
Nov. 30th, 2014 01:27 pm (UTC)
That's what I like to hear!
suesniffsglue
Nov. 30th, 2014 02:32 pm (UTC)
Charming! I loved the feel of this. And I was at the PA Renn Faire this year too :) You definitely captured the essence.
alycewilson
Dec. 2nd, 2014 10:23 pm (UTC)
That is so funny! I wonder if we were there at the same time!
roina_arwen
Dec. 1st, 2014 05:59 am (UTC)
This was a really fun read, and I loved all the little zings between the two of them. :)
alycewilson
Dec. 2nd, 2014 10:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It was a lot of fun to write, too.
jem0000000
Dec. 1st, 2014 08:52 am (UTC)
How annoying! But I do think he's flirting with her, if a bit grade-school-style at times, with the namecalling. I rather think I'd like to whack him with a sword, too.
alycewilson
Dec. 2nd, 2014 10:28 pm (UTC)
My initial plan was to have him explain his behavior away as simply trying to stay in character, but then I decided that it would be more fun to leave it ambiguous at the end. :)
swirlsofblue
Dec. 1st, 2014 06:09 pm (UTC)
A very amusing and witty piece, love the characterisations and all the little details here.
alycewilson
Dec. 2nd, 2014 10:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Good to hear. :)
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