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10-21-2009, 02:01 AM
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Thank you, Sharon, I'm so glad you like it! Re Geoffrey...well, I don't want to spoil anyone... Misfit, I have to think of a title, which I am hopeless at, so suggestions welcome. I will give it some thought while I finish it off. 
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10-21-2009, 02:07 AM
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Keep thinking. I am off to bed and too tired about where to put this at the moment. What a thrill, Sharon using you in Lionheart. woohoo!
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10-21-2009, 07:39 AM
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Misfit, here's the title and thanks for moving stuff around. Adventures in Time Travel: Undercover at the Court of Henry II.
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10-21-2009, 01:49 PM
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Miss M, perhaps we can start this in Chat and let you finish it (I'll move the posts from here to there) and then when finished and we want to open it up to a group write we can move it again?
PS, I'm thinking a monitor disclaimer at the top of the thread might be in order before anyone else is done it   
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10-21-2009, 05:01 PM
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Adventures in Time Travel: Undercover at the Court of Henry II
Misfit is going to move the first half of my story over from the Sheri Vangen-Ratcliffe thread and I'll then post the second half. Thanks to everyone who has expressed appreciation, and especially to EC and Sharon for not objecting to the extreme artistic licence taken with characters they spent years of research bringing to life.
 ETA: for anyone coming fresh to this thread and feeling a bit confused, Sheri Vangen-Ratcliffe's time travel novel, Heir Apparent, which I look forward to reading someday, was reviewed by Misfit and Michele at A Reader's Respite. Their reviews inspired me to write this time travel parody and a sequel which follows lower down the thread. My sincere thanks and acknowledgements go to Sheri Vangen-Ratcliffe, Misfit and Michele. Last edited by Miss Moppet; 11-10-2009 at 12:53 AM. Reason: to add explanations and acknowledgements. And to sort out the syntax.
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10-21-2009, 05:15 PM
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Whew I did it without losing anything
More more more.
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10-21-2009, 05:31 PM
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Miss Moppet, aka our undercover time traveler. I would love to post the link to your "adventures" with the Angevins on my blog and Facebook wall as an early Christmas gift to my readers and to give them something to read while I'm away. Would that be okay with you? I'll understand if you prefer to fly under the radar, but it really is too good not to share!
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10-21-2009, 06:02 PM
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I'm going to edit my earlier posts slightly, add a bit and number the instalments to make it easier to read. Then I'll post the next one.
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10-21-2009, 06:32 PM
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Part Four: The Excel Spreadsheet
On Christmas Eve I created the Excel spreadsheet:
1. Henry “Curtmantle” II: Holding pattern. Avoid dark corners! 2. Richard “Date Rape” Lionheart: Holding pattern. Avoid dark corners. DO NOT ACCEPT ANY DRINKS. 3. John “Buy Me More Presents Because I’m Worth It” Lackland: Proceed. Impossible to avoid dark corners because needed for plotting in. Oh well. I was now faced with what seemed a well-nigh impossible task: to bond with Queen Eleanor so closely that she would entrust me with the task of returning the Empress’s crown to its casket at the end of Christmas Day. All in a little over forty-eight hours. Did I succeed? Of course I did. Something else potential time-travellers don’t realise: when a relatively unknown, fairly low-ranking woman joins a queen’s household, chances are that within a very short time, she’s going to be her new best friend. Ancient retainers scowl in the background while the new girl brushes her mistress’s hair and listens to all of her problems. And, given a sympathetic audience, Eleanor could get very, very talky. Thus I am able to give a definitive answer to some of the questions that have tantalised her biographers: Was she a blonde or a brunette? “Lady Moppet, it’s the strangest thing. When I was a little girl my hair was a quite a pale gold, and it just darkened and darkened over the years, and now, as you can see, it’s almost black.” What pushed her to divorce her first husband, Louis of France? “I couldn’t take any more. He was insatiable. I mean in bed. Yes, I know, he was so religious, did all that praying – well, he had to, to offset the sin. Didn’t even leave me alone on fast days. Lent didn’t stop him either. Never a minute to myself. I had to divorce him, I was terribly behind with my reading.” So she wasn’t guilty of adultery then? “Darling! You’ve been reading the chroniclers. You really shouldn’t. Sex and violence, that’s all that interests them. Those monks don’t care what they write about as long as they can drag in some sleaze.” Did my new role as lady-in-waiting restrict my movements? Not at all. I slipped away whenever I felt like it, to plot in dark corners and so on. Eleanor was always understanding, no matter how lame the excuse: “My garter fell off – had to retie it.” “Oh my gosh, I took a breather after sorting all those silks and I dropped off – sorry!” “I really shouldn’t have had the lampreys.” I’m not even going to bother describing Christmas Day and the processions and the ceremonies and all that, because let’s face it, it’s not always the most riveting part, is it? Suffice it to say that by that night I held Empress Matilda’s crown in my hands.
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