Synopsis: A Knight's Tale -- Part 2Copyright (C) 2012 by Kevin L. O'Brien
Continued from Part 1
Ulrika berates her for being foolish: defeat would have been catastrophic; she had only one set of armour and sword, so she would have been finished. Even so, she concedes that she would have had the same problem during the tourney, so at least now she has a spare set, and she now knows how Toulouse is likely to fight during the melee. But she is proud of how Differel handled herself. Toulouse is the best knight she is likely to encounter. Having defeated him, she should be able to defeat anyone else. Afterwards three of the men-at-arms visit Differel in her tent and reveal that they are also women, who thought to try to make a better life for themselves. Differel wonders how common this kind of thing was, considering that the history books don't mention it. Later that evening, the Comte's squires deliver the armour and sword. Ulrika evaluates that while serviceable, they probably were not the best he had.
The next morning is
Synopsis: A Knight's Tale -- Part 1Copyright (C) 2012 by Kevin L. O'Brien
Eile, Sunny, and Differel are in their townhome in London of 1365 one evening, compiling data for transmission back to Mabuse in the future, when a fire breaks out. It spreads quickly, and while Sunny saves the data, Eile and Differel save a few personal items, plus their purse of spending money. Sunny manages to get all the data transmitted and set the self-destruct on the equipment, and they escape minutes before the upper stories collapse. Their neighbors have assembled a bucket brigade from the neighborhood well. The house is a goner, nothing can be done but let it burn itself out, so Differel and the Girls help to keep the fire from spreading. By dawn the house is reduced to smoldering cinders.
It's a total loss. Though the transponder should be unharmed, buried as it is deep in the earth under the house, all the rest of their equipment is gone, including the time machine. They can get a signal to Mabuse using the transponder and she can retr
Story: Forever Autumn - Soundtrack #1The Wishing Well
When first I saw you,
I saw beauty,
And I blinded my eyes
For fear that I should weep.
When first I heard you,
I heard sweetness,
And I turned away
For fear of my weakness.
I blinded my eyes;
My face I turned away;
I hardened my heart
For fear of my ruin.
Copyright (C) 1994 Taylor Park Music, Inc. (BMI)
Prices for 14th Century England -- Money ValueCopyright (C) 2012 by Kevin L. O'Brien
Some time ago, we posted a list of prices for everyday items back in England around 1350. As part of that, we guestimated the worth of money back then based on the modern day price of silver.
While not an unreasonable idea, a better estimate would be based on the actual value of gold at that time, but we had no such information.
Recently, however, we discovered a graph that shows the value of gold from 1344 to 1998 in 1998 dollars. Based on that, we were able to make the following analysis:
Around 1350, the approximate value of gold was $1500 an ounce, or a little more than $48 per troy gram.
Though nearly all coins at that time were silver, there was one gold coin, the noble. It was worth 80 pence, or one-third a pound. It weighed 7.8 troy grams and contained 23.875 carats of gold. Knowing that 24 carats is 100% gold, that would make the gold in a noble 0.995 fine, meaning the actual weight of the gold content
Story: One Percenter Vendetta -- Part 1Copyright (C) 2012 by Kevin L. O'Brien
It was after dark as Differel rode down a lonely stretch of road looking for a place to sleep. It ran through the Cotswolds, somewhere in the western portion of County Oxfordshire. It was shortly before eight, and she did not fancy sleeping out in the open, but unless she was able to find a public house or a cottage willing to rent a room, she feared she might have to.
She had been riding for almost 15 hours, excepting rest stops and meal breaks, ever since she left the manor a little after five that morning, searching for other bikers, but with no luck. She was beginning to wonder if that would change. Britain was not the United States; the motorcycle culture had never become firmly established, and it was forty years since the biker heyday of the sixties. Still, she wasn't ready to give up, not after one day. She could re-evaluate and re-plan her strategy in the morning, after she was rested and could think clearly.
At least she had no complaint