He drew the gaze of everybody in the crowd as he passed, a tall young man, strong and handsome. He was in perfect costume, tall leather boots, a polished sword at his waist and a long cape billowing out behind him. It felt like we had stepped back in time, with knights, soldiers, ladies of the court and princesses wandering around the park, along with obligatory tavern wench spilling out of her bodice.
Every half an hour, trumpets and drums drew the crowd to the castle where there was a choreographed battle between the knights of the court and the outlaws. Staged and choreographed and fought with blunted weapons, we weren't too concerned about the potential for injury until a squire came running over. We followed the frantic man behind the castle to check on the injured actor.
The tall young knight was now a scared teenager, trembling from head to toe, his shaking hands covered in blood. He neglected to block the outlaw's sword in time and despite the blunted edge, received a nasty gash to the top of his head. We bandaged his head neatly, taping gauze to his forehead to draw less attention then wrapping all the way around, then sent him to the hospital with his Dad. Apparently he caused quite a stir when he walked into the hospital in his gorgeous costume, once again his confident self, to announce he had a sword wound to his head!
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