The Trip: Part 2

Our merry band started on their journey, the great chariot sped along its merry way, till it arrived at its destination.
The dust settled, the doors opened and the occupants stepped out into the cool air.

The Great Gumba reared back and stretched his mighty sinews, The Bard sang a song of contentment, Lysander swatted at the fairies and started to complain about the light, and Lady Sky just stood and smiled, for they were all at the gates and waiting to enter Ceare Leone.

The gates opened to a wondrous celebration, for King Arthur was in town and there was a great feast and tournament afoot.
In strode our merry band, past, jugglers and rose wenches, past the Pope and Bishop, past hordes of people waiting in line for scotch eggs and turkey legs.

There were sword swallowers and fire-eaters, acrobats and sages, storytellers and minstrels, all sorts of people and things and animals, so much to see and so little time to do it all.
A fine mist in the morning gave way to showers by noon; the singing executioners were all wet as they performed their wry type of humor. The rose wenches looked especially good all wet, and the barbarians just stood outside, in the rain, eating.

Leather crafters were abundant and the Gumba looked for many shiny things to purchase, but to no avail, their was nothing the Gumba wished to purchase today, however he did purchase a rose for both, Kerry the Bard and Lady Sky, much to the chagrin of Sir Lysander. Yes the Gumba was now one up on Lysander and was loving every minute of it.

The rain subsided just in time for the Jousting match, the nights rode out in their finery atop mighty steeds, belching and snorting, with chain mail draped over their hides.

One knight caught the Gumbas attention, SHE, yes she, was a fierce warrior, with the temperament of a shrew and the tongue of a snake, she could wield a sword as well as any man and proved it on the field of honor this day, besting even Lancelot himself.

Much merriment and libations was had by all this day, for all was well and everyone was happy, there is much more to tell, but as the saying goes,
What happens at the Faire stays at the Faire.