Carvoeiro in early February

[Blondelle]

oh Sir Lancelot---what a statement to make!--but being a very French knight you are allowed to get away with it--after all you are daring,bold, et tres mechant by the sound of it.
But I can quite understand what Queen Guinevere saw in you --all of this and with "that" accent too -she couldnt help but be swayed!
You rescued her from the stake I believe and made off with her --did she end up knickerless in that convent d'you think?
Sir lancelot du Lac---but I see very well that you "lac" nothing!
Greetings Sir Knight and carry on lancing-thats what you do best--isnt it?
Ellen
P.S. I like my melons best when covered in rich red Port!
P.P.S .Bathing in rich-scented lavender water will always keep the flies away--the wrong sort anyway!

[Sir Lancelot]

Ah blondelle

In truth you know me so well.

Knickerless in the convent the queen may be, but unfortunately the chastity belt in place prevents close contact. Who has the key, or is there a locksmith around who could give sound advice?

However I am patient, for, once a king always a king, but once a Knights enough

The trusty lance is being kept in a state of readiness, awaiting further inevitable action

In truth I am sure the melons will continue to ripen and will taste ever better with time

[biffa]

Blimey!

things have gone all mediaeval on this site

Does Sir L have a large helmet?

Maddi?

[Ellie]

well milord Biffa --thats a leading question --and methinks one that only the lady Guinevere can answer --but shes in the convent and locked inthe chastity belt--do you know any decent lock smith --think convents in the Silves vicinity!

[cowboy]

gadzooks m' lords and ladies (sorry maddi},... a linguistically loquacious lance lugging labido is loping languidly into our location..with the string of "G" tied to his lance, and the protection of condom apon his shield..truly these are bad tidings, and the women-folk are restless.

[Blondelle]

Coop how lovely and medieval of you to take interest in Sir L and L.G------theyll just love you for entering the joust --but dear Lance has a wee problem --his lady is being too chaste--and someones stolen the key to a certain belt--what are they to do--all L wants to do is whip her away to that castle of his by the Lake --somewhere in deepest France--
any suggestions?

[Sir Lancelot]

Forsooth, what interest this is arousing, from sweet maidens to bovine lads.

Fear not, for I am a white knight. I shall come with my lance burnished as the noonday sun, a keen edged sword by my side, and be astride a white charger with many plumed tapestries.

I have found the key to the hidden passage way and shall journey many leagues to gain entry

In attendance will be my trusty companions, Sir Cumcision, who's task is to tidy up all of the loose ends, and Sir Hosis du Liver, who will ply us amply with the juice of the grape. Sir Veillance will keep watch over us, and Sir Cus will keep us entertained royally.

I set forth into the forest at the setting of the sun, lest I should meet the wood chopper, with his chopper still in his hand

[Lady Ellen]

what damsel could resist such daring do !
Brave Sir Lancelot has found the secret tunnel and he'll use each of his ready instruments to hack his way through -along with his for side kicks-sorry ,mean 4--"four?" trusty aids--sincerely hope one of these Sirs has a knack with undoing locks --or he'll have to make a mould for new key that has the right twists and turns and makes it go "Click"--thenhe'll be home and dry--but maybe not.
Whatever --Ill see him coming with that helmut and visor honed to perfection and his rigid steel lance (this knight isnt called -Lance-a --lot for nothing)-Ill spot him from miles away!
Cowboy Coop -you said miladys "G" string favor will fly from his lance--but you have to remember it was a " knickerless zone" in those times--ahhhh--such freedom--till irate husbands invented "The belt"
I understand that locksmiths did a roaring trade in those days--so all was not lost for the dear ladies--
Ahhhh -in days of old-when Knights were bold--------
Once a "night/knight" should never be your motto --especially with a name like yours------------------ farewell till the morrow---L. Ellen.