…continued from Part 1
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We rode on for an hour or so. I was somewhat surprised that Sir John had managed to stay on his horse, given that he had been imbibing continuously since I had met him the previous evening.
“Rover, where are we going” I asked.
“We are going to Sidcup forest to find John-Paul the minstrel” he replied “for every noble expedition requires both bottom end and mellotron”.
We found him under the shade of a willow tree, plucking a mandolin, singing “hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy ma-a-an“. Unlike Sir John, he was quiet and unassuming. In fact, he never spoke a word for the duration of the crusade. But while he could hardly have been more different from Sir John, when the two of them got together, they seemed to each grow in power, creating a thunderous rumble that shook the ground and scared animals from their homes.
That first night, we sat around a roaring fire and ate a warthog that Sir John had killed with his bare hands. John-Paul entertained us with his mandolin while we drank from Sir John’s seemingly bottomless barrel of mead. We danced in the dark of night, and sang until the morning light. And when finally our heads touched the pillow, the Rover said “may your sleep give you strength noble lads and may your stairway lie on the whispering wind”
I fell into a fitful sleep, only to be woken by an unseasonably frigid wind. I didn’t believe my own eyes, for it was late summer and the ground was being covered with snow. The Rover cried “See, it has begun !! The winds of Thor are blowing cold !!! On your horses brave men, the snow drives back the foot that’s slow”.
Sir John rose and warmed himself with a long drink of mead which he took straight from the barrel. He mounted his horse with a look of steely fire in his eyes “Onward men, these dark forces will grant no quarter, nor shall any be asked !!!”
All that cold, dark night we rode, walking side by side with death, the devil mocking our every step.
to be continued…..

mmmmm…mead!
This rocks. I’m giving devil horns all around
I am glad you had the Hurdy Gurdy Man link. I had no idea! Thank You for expanding my rock and roll knowledge.
Elizabeth: Strangely enough I have a bottle of Mead sitting in my fridge that one of my friends made. Never seems to be an occasion to “bust out the mead”. Perhaps I need to go on another epic journey….
Bubs: Devil horns are the only currency we at Anandamide officially recognize.
Evil Genius: Always good to know that the arcane classic rock trivia that fills my head (leaving no room for stuff that may actually be useful to know) is of interest to someone….
Merely existing is a good enough reason to bust out the Mead and of course epic journeys.
This epic tale of high adventure has captured my interest, but you must tell me. At some point is someone going to chop down a tree with a herring?
E: Ok, you convinced me, I’m going to the fridge to pour myself a cup of breakfast mead.
Prunella: Ni !!!!
I love Zeppelin, but Robert Plants Norse-ified lyrics about goblins, witches and warlocks always bothered me.
Mead farts are the worst.
Grant: In the context of the music I can live with it, but on the page it’s pretty hilarious.
One song that always cracked me up was “Ramble On”, which was a regular old “gotta keep on movin’”-type of song. Down to earth, until he slips in that wacky bit about “Gollum and the evil one” stealing his girl away, totally apropos of nothing…..
Beth: I do seem to recall everyone sleeping on the opposite side of the fire from Sir John…
Down to earth, until he slips in that wacky bit about “Gollum and the evil one” stealing his girl away, totally apropos of nothing…..
oh yeah. my wife and i still giggle at that.
T’was in the darkest depths of Mordor
I met a girl so fair
Then Gollum and the evil one
Crept up and slipped away with her
he wrote a little LOTR fanfic!
You have a fabulous imagination.
cleek: it’s like on zeppelin 2 (or “the brown bomber” as us classic-rock nerds call it) he was feeling a little shy about being a LOTR geek. then on zeppelin 4 he lets it all out…..
ubermouth: that kind of flattery will get you everywhere. stop by anytime….
Man I love the Hurdy Gurdy song and was a dorky Donovan fan back when he was actually famous. So troubled! So deep! So fricking effete!
Everyone I knew (including myself) was reading The Hobbit about the time LZ2 came out. Those two lines in Ramble On were like “secret lyrics” that only the very cool people would understand…
Ah, I get it now: He never figured the book would get so famous and thought he’d be talking only to a few hipsters…
Little did he know.
I’m glad I was on vacation during installment 2. Now I can go directly to installment 3 without the wait! It’s kind of like when we first discovered Harry Potter. I think the first three were out already, so there wasn’t that annoying yearlong wait…
help me out here, is this the same Little Sir John who grew a long, long beard?? Or am I mixing my metaphors again??
Ghost: Judging from the number of diminishing number of hits and comments this series generates with each subsequent installment, I don’t think you’re the only one who’s confused by it….