´Fraid not. Peasant through and through. My brother went through our genealogical tree in the hope of finding some noble ancestry but gave up somewhere in the early 19th century when he came across a relative who went to the gallows for stealing sheep...oh well.possum wrote:Don Julian, you are a very honorable man, as befits a knight of Castile.
I would have sat in the terrain, fiddled my thumbs for 3 hours, and taken home the win
There was an odd sense of deja vu in reading your post, since you and the gentleman with the Granadines had exchanged greetings here in the forums a few weeks ago, and he predicted that you would have trouble.
Anyhow, my congratulations on your fine sense of sportsmanship. And better the silver medal than none
Well, at first, when I couldn't convince my opponent that it was in his interest to give me a chance for an interesting game I actually started deploying in the terrain. Once he realised I was serious about not commiting suicide, we started the deployment again. My rationale is that if I'm going to spend a significant amount of cash going to a competition and 4 hours on the road each way I want to play all four games and hiding in terrain/committing suicide isn't a game as far as I'm concerned.
Yes, David and I did anticipate meeting each other at some stage and given the two armies it was never going to be much fun. However, I did learn quite a bit about manoeuvering drilled HF to great effect so it turned out to be of some benefit. Likelihood is that we'll probably play again in Seville next weekend and this time my Free Company will be better able to take on his Granadines than the poor Romans. Should be a damn sight more interesting for both of us.
Julian

