The crowd filled the grounds before the gates, a muted roar hinting at the mood. Morning sunshine blazed off shimmering armor and woolen cloaks. Swords, knives, and bows flashed as their bearers moved. Anticipation ran rampant through the swelling mob and the volume of voices increased. Time was at hand.
Upon the parapets, Gabrielle the Mime looked down with mixed excitement and trepidation. Would the invading force abide by the agreements? In this time of celebration, would they ignore the rules and defy the Court?
A cannon fired and the gates opened.
Another day at the Renaissance Festival had begun.
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