Authors: Joan Hess
“Even Louis was snorting under his breath,” added Caron. “C’mon, Inez. We’d better start calling potential concession workers. I for one am not going to peddle turkey legs and ice cream bars all day.”
I watched them leave, then opened the file that Fiona Thackery had left on the counter. The Renaissance Fair would open at ten o’clock on a Saturday morning and run through the next afternoon until four. Food and drink available included the aforementioned turkey legs, ice cream bars, and fresh lemonade, along with ale, mead, rum drinks (in honor of the pirates, I assumed), and sweets. An area in the middle of the activities would be roped off for sword fighting and mock jousting. At a safe distance, booths would offer axe throwing and archery. Stage performances with dancers, magicians, musicians, and one-act plays would occur throughout the day.
On Saturday evening there would be a grand banquet presided over by the Duke and Duchess of Glenbarrens, with a feast and entertainment. Separate tickets required, limited seating, advanced reservations suggested.
All in all, it
seemed
harmless.