The Good Monk Who Art Called Djaq, that poem maketh me laugh also! Verily, the Loremaster hath quite a way with words. Methinks we shouldst frame it and hang it near the cappuccino maker.

We art proud of thee, High Knight! May ye have luck in the competition that cometh with the morrow! We shalt cheereth and doeth the wave from afar.

I hath returned and the tournament was of most enjoyable fun. I spared against many, some big, some tall, and some very, very tiny. Many don't understand the value of being short. When thou art tiny, thou hath no target to hit. Unfortunately, I had to deal with very short opponents that I could not hit. But I fought hard, and drew a tricky opponent that hath many tricks but not much else. After falling into a 2-1 hole, I figured it out and build a solid 11-6 lead, I never let slip and won 15-11.

But in the very next round, I drew the 2nd best fighter from the initial round: an opponent way out of my league. But I fought with all I hath and though he defeated me, I gave him one of the best bouts I hath ever fought against said caliber fencer. And thinking back, knowing what I know now about him, I mayhaps have had a chance do defeat him. But alas, mine next tournament doth not take place for another four weeks. But tis good becauseth I hath much work to do in the realm of computer software engineering that I needeth much more time to work on.

Well done Good Knight.
Take rest from your tournament, and refresh yourself.

It is good that thou hath returned, High Knight, and that thy tournament went so well!

In sooth, I am rather surprised that none of those Spoiled Rotten hath invaded the Monastery's hallowed halls and hallowed walls while thou and thy sword were away. Methinks they art trying to lull us all into a false senseth of security. We hath best be on our guard!

Many don't understand the value of being short.

In truth, this warmeth my heart. For lo, I am of a most diminutive size, especially when I standeth next to my husband, who art a full foot taller than I. I telleth him that the best things cometh in small packages.

My lady Djaq, thou hast given me quite a laugh with thy quoting of the Illuminating Loremaster's poem! Art there other treasures to be found in the ancient archives, perchance?

*Thwackeths a gong, for verily, it is much too quiet around these parts, even for a place famed for its meditating monks and prevailing peace*

I hath returned from a pilgrimage to a little Italian-type village nestled yonder the nearby hills (about a day's journey, if thy roller skates art well-oiled), and hath brought back the sweet and crunchy, twice-baked cookie that art biscotti! Forsooth, they art very tasty if you dunketh them in a cup of cappuccino.

Long lie the shadows upon the fair monastery as a lone figure wearily climbs the long and twisting paths leading up the slopes toward it . . .

Forsooth! Why, by Saint Euphineas, didst the founders decide to build this place of solace so remote from all civilization? Tis as if an order of monks built it!

Greetings, tis I, the Knight Hospitaller of the Order returned after many journeys.

Greetings, Knight Hospitaller! 'Tis good to see thee.

Greeting, all thee fair Monastery dwellers. Mine heart swelled with happiness when I witnessed this Monastery for the first time, but alas, for so long I was only unofficially Spoiler Free due to the nature of mine schooling. I hath come to join your spoiler free way of living, and to repent of mine past transgressions. Alas, for I have not only viewed a trailer, possibly two, but hast also viewed several newsworthy news and photos, and, woe is me, for this error I am mightily shamed of, also a movie clip featuring Eustace! Thankfully, mine brain is of the sort that dost not remember things and all it can recall is an insignificant part in the trailer. I hath been doing my best to purge it from mine mind, and can only recall it when mine brain recalls that I am spoiler free. I doth believe myself to being well on mine way to being truly Spoiler Free. I beg ye all to accept me, slightly bruised, but not yet rotten as I am.

Apologies for mine rusty Medievalish grammar and talk. My voice has, for too long, spoken of spoilery topics since LWW, and thus has problems understanding the tenses and all that stuff that verily should be considered rotten in itself.

Nioniel, I too once viewed spoilers before mine vow was taken, and I hath been received without judgement. Enter without fear and with joy, and do have a cappuccino. (and I'm bad at Olde English, too )

*sets down cookie platter* Mine mother hath made far too many cookies for mine sister and I to eat before they should become stale. Wouldst anyone like one or five?

I just hath received my biggest temptation since the opening of these hallowed walls. A picture of a sword fight on the front page in regards to an interview of Skandar Keynes hath tempted me much. But I shalt keep my vows and shalt only vieweth the official trailer (which I hath). I shalt not vieweth the extra interviews and footages for the day of the glorious viewing art only 40 days away. I shalt prevail.

I remembereth much of a fierce battle I had with a Spoiler in the releasal of LWW. The Spoiler was the first shots of the cavalry charge in the final battle of the glorious first film. I failed in my vows as the Spoiler found my weakspot. I shant fall for it again.

Stand strong, thou High Knight, and shield thine eyes from the images which doth tempt thee! Verily, if thou needst it I can probably find a blindfold amidst the detritus of the Monastery basement. Though venturing into those deep caverns art not a quest for the fainthearted. Shalt we descend into the depths in search of said blindfold to distract thee from thy spoilery and altogether unholy temptation?

Nay, it shalt not be necessary. The temptation tis only a temptation for once or twice for mine eyes. If I hath the power to resist the first or second time, the temptation loseth its appeal. For example, the temptation upon entrance to the Monastery this morn wast much stronger than it wast just now. The temptation wast only due to the use of swordplay, and I shalt wait to see the duels they have in the glorious viewing.

*bangs gong*

*enjoys the resulting tintinnabulation*

It hath been very silent within these walls. I trust everyone is meditating on their vows? Or perchance we hath taken a vow of silence and I hath not noticed...

*adjusts her blindfold so that she will not look at the review of the movie* Must. Wait. And. Form. Own. Opinion.

*bangs the gong again* Hehe, that's so much fun.

Walking in quickly, with sword drawn.

Whats all this?

Oh, sorry. I heard the gong going off, and thought you were finally being attacked. Puts sword away.

Wouldn't do much good most like. Probably stick friend as well as foe.

Hmmm. Best be off before I disturb someone. But if anyone is interested, I have some honeycomb I picked up along the way. Just leave it on the table here.

Steps out , as quietly as possible.