THE CHALLENGE PRESENTED
An Introduction to the Eald Englisc Gefoudt Daeg
*trumpet ringeth out*
*unfurling of purple banners*
*brandishing of sword*
To the esteemable Lady Cozyeet of the Larke, C.E. Larke
First among the Lore-recounting Immortals, Shooting Star of the Tumultuous Trio of Unmitigated Calamity, Member of the Spy Society, Tollers#2 of the Inklings Lite, the Matriarchy, Wielder of PHS,EH (Pumpkin Spice Lattes, Extra Hot), Featherborn (ho!), Great Motivator of the Fellowship 2024, Honorary Word Warrior of the Fellowship of the Pen 2025, Pre-First Age Noldor, Director at Manipulating Villains Inc., and Chief of Overthinkers, Blonde Prince Lover, Tech Fairy Fighter (and Victim), honorary Dürran Laureate and Medic, Kingsguard, also reknown as Isobel Thibault (Dragon Rider), Galadriel (Honorary), C. E. Larke, Fili, Dear Aunt Etta, and Creator of the Road to Emmaius Ship, Definitely Emortal, Transmortal, Primordal - in every equivocal meaning of the word(s),
Greetings.
I pray this fine morn finds thee well and in greatest of health — that is to say, wherein you hath regularly eaten, dranken, and slept, upon such a schedule as is not detrimental to thy wellbeing.
It hath come to my bearing that the anniversary of our most visceral duel doth broach nigh upon us yet again, as the moons wax and wane and as the earth turns at the center of the universe (we’re Medieval today okay—).
To my own dole, I recall the past duels concluding in somewhat of an anticlimactic manner, and hath taken it upon myself to remedy this woe. And now, if thou wilt beseen thyself, accept mine proposal and hearken my rede. Behold! My dear Lady of the Larke, I challenge thee to our annual rematch of Eald Englisc Gefoudt Daeg. Yet not within the privacy of our abodes through the dour means of telecommunication, but before the General Publick (wherein I am sure they shalt partake in much high merriment).
Behold, I rase off mine helmet and cast it before you in challenge!
Promise me truly, wilt thou meet me upon the dueling ground on that day, March twenty and second, in the Year of our good Lord two-thousand twenty and six?
Fewter thy weapons and brandish thy words, my dear Lady. And return this my Messenger with thy divers replies. He hath risked life and bone to bear thee this Challenge.
Yours in the Truth, spoken Verily, Forsooth, Certes, and Oy,
Lady Lassie Lissie Lane,
Infamous Journalist of the Spy Society, Jack of the Inklings Lite, Organizer of Official Ranks and Roles 2024, honorary Motivator of the Fellowship 2025, Honorary Atlantean, Truth Speaker, and United Theorist, JR-Appointed Valedictorian, Your Only Known EoG Fan, User of Lissie Abbreviations, Slanderer of Names, Stealer of Vocabulary, Besparkled Member of the Tumultuous Trio of Unmitigated Calamity, Member of the Matriarchy, Master of the Universe, and Definitely Still Not an FBI or CIA Agent.





Verily. Forsooth. Certes. Oy.
I do hope the excellent Lady Larke accepts thy humble invitation!
And so I lose all respect on Substack.