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My Terry Pratchett story.
Mar. 13th, 2015 12:39 amI 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.
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.