REMEMBERING BARON TANCRED OF RISING WATERS

He was never still, always running hither and thither and yon.  He made sure that all was going well in the kitchen, creating works of art, the wood sliding through his hands like butter as he shaped it.  He wore the cornet and with the same ease as he would wear a baseball cap.  He gave great hugs - oh yes, I will always remember that about him! - he did indeed give great hugs!

And the last time I saw him was at this last 12th Night, where I greeted him in Russian (it was a Slavic event, after all), and saw, perhaps for the first time, Tancred going silent and mystified.   Sigh - that was a sight to behold indeed, good gentles!

He also was sitting down.  And that mystified and disturbed me.

Upon hearing of his passing, an incredible vision filled my mind - Baroness Fiona, Baroness Elena, King Osis, King Sarnak (sp?) and all the good and great gentles that have passed on before him gathering to greet another son coming into The Great Hall!  I know Valhalla was in envy to see the feasting and rejoicing that occurred at that moment.  Of course, Valhalla had a place for him too - they just had to wait their turn in honouring this warrior!!

I will miss you deeply, Your Excellency! I will miss you deeply, but I will never, ever forget you!