love this and especially the painting - On Sun, Jan 24, 2021 at 11:39 PM Simon Mclennan via NetBehaviour < netbehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org> wrote:
> Link to the painting > https://www.instagram.com/p/CKZ5j32nSIn/?igshid=13v3uuczjewcm > > And the thing I really like about The Bron Knight is when she does the > unexpected. > > > Leo turned to his assistant, actually a friend and accomplice, Archi. > > > What? Like what? > > > Archie was a small, quite muscly but rather ugly fellow with not a single > tooth in his head - but a keen keen brain and that’s for sure. > > > Archi or Archibald, turned his gaze away from the draughting board upon > which surface he was adding the details to what looked like a giant > automatic ram-chariot-bathtub engine thingamy. > > > He glanced at L with a quizzical yet wise half-grin smeared across his > gurning features. He half winked and popped a sherbet Dab in his shapeless > mouth and puckered as the raspberry flavoured acid did it’s job. > > > Tell me more oh wise and talented one. > > > Ha ha - Leo couldn’t help but laugh as he proceeded to tell his friend > what he meant. > > > Like for instance things like... she might be in the middle of battle. > People on great cart horses, all done up in heavy armour. You know, the > great iron shoes, breastplates, gauntlets and fishtail helmets with plumes, > shields, heraldic flags, great red crosses, and then the swords, lances, > daggers of every type. There’ll be blood all around - blood and guts and a > great awful reek and shouting and mayhem and just total shit - chaos and > all very masculine if you like. > > Anyway old Bron will suddenly, right in the thick of it, leap down like a > maniac - well, hard to leap actually in all that heavy industrial looking > armour, rather she’ll slide off the old nag, and without a care or a glance > she’ll start taking off the armour bit by bit - just throwing it down willy > nilly. > > First the breast plate, the arm guards, the shoulder pads, shin pads, the > heavy steel chain mail underneath till she’s down to the under garment - > some scarlet sack jerkin job. Then last off comes the helmet and then she > might shake out the great head of hair which might be any colour - knowing > her it could be anything from a deep dark crimson swath of flame to a blue > white metallic cap of palest moonlight fire or maybe a strange green > crewcut. She experiments. > > So anyway when she’s done that - got rid of all the male trappings - she > might remove same crap from the old horse, give the poor tired fellow a > break. > > Then she’ll just casually leap up on his back, mAybe saddle maybe no > saddle, and then casual as feck, she’ll just either saunter right out of > there without a backward glance or maybe tear up once and twirl on the > charger, then grab a great flag and charge out of there, knocking soldiers > and the lot out of the way. > > And of course her mates and courtiers, fellow knights and wotnot, will > have to do the same and also follow after - first having to either quickly > finish off the adversary they might be engaged in deadly hand to hand with, > or try to reason with them saying - no hard feelings pal, but shall we just > call it a draw or maybe we could finish up another time? And it’s more than > likely the Saracen soldier will probably reply with - yeah whatever - and > that’d be that. Ha ha!! > > > They both laughed a lot at this, but L glanced across the courtyard and > his friend followed his gaze. A lithe figure had just arrived on a > > A great grey speckled horse. > > > Leo blinked and continued to gaze at the figure in scarlet as he patted > his friends shoulder and started to move away saying > > > Err we can continue this later I have to be going right > > Now.So if you will excuse me I must be on my way... > > > Yeah, whatever > > > Archi just grinned and turned back > > To the details he was sketching on the cream > > Parchment - three finches > > Adorning a curly palm leaf > > With six acrobats teetering > > Along a tight rope stretched > > Between high poles at either end of the engine. > > > He hummed under his breath a little sonnet > > > Oh hey nanny nanny noo > > Alakazanthra jiggedy boo > > Out popped a weasel > > And god > > Bless > > You > > Best indiscretions, > > S > > > > > > > > > > > > Sent from my spyphone > _______________________________________________ > NetBehaviour mailing list > NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org > https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour > -- *=====================================================* *directory http://www.alansondheim.org <http://www.alansondheim.org> tel 718-813-3285**email sondheim ut panix.com <http://panix.com>, sondheim ut gmail.com <http://gmail.com>* *=====================================================*
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