"Aye lass, that it is. How about you come back with me to my encampment and have a bit of something cool to drink." And so I did. (This is the getting kidnapped by Vikings part)

After I had visited with Ivar a bit, I was wandering down Chandler's Way, when Gwendolyn Naw Ffynnon spots me (another good friend) . "Angharad! How about you walk with me to the Cooper's Store and we'll split a chocolate milk. I'm buying," says she. Now my persona may be Welsh, but there's definitely a strong Scottish streak in me and I can't resist the offer of free drink (even if its milk). "Alright," says I. "But first," says she, "we have to wait for Bill to get back." Now this was not a problem because it was still blazing hot and sitting down a bit in the shade sounded good.

Eventually Bill (William the Wilde, itinerant tinker and notorius gab, also one of the best people in the known multiverse) comes back. Spotting my affliction, he says, "Here, use my sewing machine. I just got a good deal on this material, and make yourself some more comfortable garb than that well-made but obviously hot and concealing thing that you have on." So I do. I throw together a little (and I do mean little) middle-eastern dancing outfit. I change into it and feel a thousand times better. (This is the being sold to the Moors part).

Now Gwen and I head out for the Cooper's Store, but along the way, we stop at The Horde encampment and she introduces me to some truly wonderful people, and it's here that I get a glass of fantastic home-brewed apple brandy. Now, I am a notorius light-weight (115 lbs) and that's enough to make me tipsy. (This is the loud and obnoxious part.)

Shortly thereafter we reach the store, and I get the chocolate milk. This is when my husband runs into me. "Aha," he says. "This is where you got to. We should get back to camp. The kids want to go to the Classic Swimming Hole." Then he looks at me again. "Wow. I can see you already figured out a way to cool off."(This is the Crusades part. He had gone to the Cooper's Store to get ice--the perpetual crusade at Pennsic)

So we go back and go swimming and that's the real story. Really.