My Terry Pratchett story.

[commodorified]

I met him at ConCept in Montreal, in the mid-90s.

I was walking down a hallway with two boffer swords and he asked me what they were. I told him, and he said "could I have a go?" as if he couldn't think of a greater treat.

And we fought a very slow and ceremonious duel, right there in the hallway.

His grin covered most of his face, and I'm sure mine did as well.

I don't recall who won; I don't know if either of us did.

He thanked me very politely, tipped his hat to me, and went on his way, leaving me with a memory I intend to hang onto for the rest of my life, with both hands.

Comments

[sharpiefan]

Now, that is an awesome story right there! :D

[cleverthylacine]

I know who won.

You both did. <3

[thnidu]

OH, how true and how well said.

[princessofgeeks]

How utterly wonderful. Thank you for posting.

[j_v_lynch]

Thank you for sharing.

[dejla]

Oh, what a great way to meet him! I'm so glad you have this memory!

[grrltastic]

This is truly delightful. :) Thank you for sharing!

[twistedchick]

Thank you for this. And for telling it -- because now and forever, my mental image of Obi-Wan Kenobi will be Terry Pratchett, wearing the hat and the big grin, going up against Darth Vader and *winning*. Because the Pratchett is greater than the Vader, always.