A reenactment to a similar scene in "Knight of My Dreams" by CB Scott Cast: Sir Baldric played by Jimmy Thomas Lady Gillian played by Shannon Smith Villain played by Freddy Konings Story by Jimmy Thomas Written by Jimmy Thomas Edited by Tonia Black and Beth Ciotta
One clear, sunny afternoon I witnessed the beautiful, fair lady Gillian frolicking, dancing and picking a bouquet of flowers from a nearby field. I could almost hear the winsome trill of a flute as the whistling wind blew through her lustrous hair.  Sweet chirps of birds lingered in the air.  The spell of this enchanting afternoon shattered when, out of nowhere, a nefarious looking man approached her from behind....	The villain forced himself upon her, stealing kisses from the helpless maiden.  Alerted by her sounds of distress, I advanced, startling the cur. With an air of confident disregard, he blatantly waved me off. Acknowledging the lady's anxiety, I launched a kick to the villain's face. Ignoring her well being, he threw her to the ground with astounding force and advanced up on me...
I struck him with another kick to halt him in his steps.  He swiftly drew his sword.  I raised the hood of my robe to reveal my face causing the villain to frown as he realized I was not just another Woodsman, but indeed the infamous and fearless Sir Baldric.  He hesitated then decided to take his chances. Sword drawn, he attacked. I rallied, countless years spent in bloody battle enabling me to anticipate the next move of my foe before he even breathed life to his thoughts...	Using my trusty staff, I easily deflected his first strike. I retaliated with a most painful blow, giving him a taste of what was to come should he fail to retreat. Skillfully spinning around, I launched for his throat, but the villain, not without carefully honed skills of his own, blocked the death hand I attempted to deliver. Wishing a quick end to this battle, I spun back around and attempted a most daring thrust upon his body. But the clever villain saw his own opening...
As I thrust forward with a potentially deadly stab of my staff, the villain swiftly arched his back to avoid the fatal wound. I mistakenly left myself open for a devastating blow. He raised his arm and with the butt of his sword, hammered upon the back of my neck. The force of the blow sent me falling to my knees. The villain stumbled back, his expression one of pride and satisfaction...	Though I was injured, I knew the fair lady's only hope for survival depended upon my avenging her attacker. Determined to prevail, I rose to my feet, challenged my foe. Circling one another, we assessed each other's strengths and weaknesses. He snarled in anger, yet I could smell his fear. He knew he had ventured beyond a point of retreat. He knew my reputation. He was at the mercy of a skilled warrior experienced in years of victorious hand-to-hand combat on the battle field...
This battle paled to what I had endured on the bloody and sodden fields of nameless places throughout time. Only now, the cause touched and softened my war hardened heart. Having sized up my foe, I pinpointed his weak spot and twirled my staff to a position of attack...	The villain readied his sword fending for his very life, but I quickly found my mark and thrust my staff straight through his heart. Tasting his blood, I knew I had vanquished an evil seed from this earth. Never again would this soulless man take advantage of an unsuspecting maiden...
I withdrew my staff, the bloody corpse evidence of my wrath, my victory. Yet I felt no joy...	Alas, the fair lady Gillian lay motionless...
I tended to the beauteous maiden, her breath faint within her breast, her pulse weak, yet to my great relief, beating. She was not dead, nay, merely unconscious. Violence and death beyond her sweet-natured endurance. I wrapped my arms about her, willing her my strength as I lifted her from the cold, hard ground...	Her petite body lay limp in my arms, her face still damp with tears. Tears that had the enigmatic power to penetrate this warrior's armored heart. I longed for her to open her eyes so that I could see their hue and know her soul, so that she could witness my own evident longing and admiration...
Her eyes fluttered open with uncertainty, then widened in alarm. She gazed into the eyes of a stranger. Though she was clearly attracted to me, I could tell that her womanly instincts were warning her to flee. She started to pull away then paused, having read something in my eyes. Realizing she had no reason to fear me, she threw caution to the wind, drew me close and held tight to my hand. Any thoughts of running away vanished with a whisper soft sigh. She, as did I, contemplated what fate had so obviously designed...	Passion gleaming in her eyes, she succumbed to temptation and placed a soft, yet meaningful kiss upon my cheek. Embarrassed by her brazen behavior, she attempted to escape my embrace once again. Only this time 'twas I who drew her back, into the safety and comfort of my arms. With our hands still entwined, I dipped her slender form and placed a kiss upon her lips, sealing our fates.  A kiss that promised today, tomorrow and always...
The End... until Kansas City 2003 ;-)