A few months ago when I was at 30th year, I ran across an old friend of mine (and a fellow herald). We got talking and she pointed out that she was now a protege, like I was. I congratulated her and asked if she was pursuing being a pelican, or if she was just looking to codify a strong friendship. (I asked about these two examples because, in broad terms I have found that these are the most common reasons people give when asked why they are proteges)
However, this individuel shook her head and said. “No, neither really. I just didn't feel like trying to map out my SCA career myself, so I decided to let someone else do my thinking for me for a while.”
To this I offered a little laugh. “Oh, I see. I think mundanely we call that enlistment.”
She laughed in return. “Enlistment... Yeah, I like that comparison. That's it to a tee. I enlisted.”
So there you have it, yet another approach to protegeship.
And today I was driving home when I saw a bumper sticker that just seemed to strike me as perfect.
“May God help me be the person my dog thinks I am.”
When I share that comment with a friend in Northkeep, he laughed hard, and then added. “You see, that's why I like cats, they make you earn their respect.”
think what you may, but he's got that last part dead on, in my honest opinion.
Lord Ivo Blackhawk
Protege to Master Robert Fitzmorgan
Nordsteorra Herald
Kingdom of Ansteorra
"God Save the King!"
"Non unus step tergum"
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