There was one piece of significant business, mentioned at the beginning of each meeting -- the EK Order Discussion Lists are becoming Official. These were originally nothing of the sort: they were a private project of Ateno's, who figured that the members of the Orders might want to discuss stuff online. Now, in response to several considerations, the Royalty have decided that it's time to write them into Law and move them onto EK-owned servers, as well as adding "moderators" (in the sense of someone in charge of keeping an eye on things and nudging the lists if they get overheated).
Unsurprisingly, this passed with nary a comment in all of the meetings except the Laurelate. I've been noticing in recent years that the "arts mavins" in general, and the Laurelate in particular, are especially prone to argument about SCA philosophy. Don't know why, but suffice it to say that the Laurels spent 25 minutes talking about the change, as opposed to about 3 minutes in each of the other meetings.
Following the meetings, I walked out into the Royal Courtyard, only to find Ari kneeling before Their Majesties. Lady Arianwen is an old friend -- indeed, I was retainer to her in my earliest days in the Society. (She was Provost of Felding when I started at Fenmere, and I wound up involved with her household for a year or two.) She's the quiet sort who often don't get noticed much, but she's one of the senior members of Silverwing, and has served as de facto bearer of the East Kingdom War Banner ever since it was made (by her, I think), eons ago. So Their Majesties decided to recognize that in the most appropriate way: by officializing the position, and naming her Hereditary Bearer of the EK War Standard. All very period, and quite neat. (Needless to say, Steffan had a hand in it.)
After that, they immediately trooped out to start the procession, so I took Ari's scroll and held it during Opening Ceremonies. These went much as usual, with an endlessly long procession out onto the battlefield, and the various Royalty taking their turns to posture and choose sides. By count of Kingdoms things looked almost even, but anyone paying attention could easily see that the considerable majority of Pennsic attendees had declared for the Mid. (The West may be a good-sized Kingdom, but it doesn't exactly send a huge army to Pennsic.) The best declaration was Lochac, which decided that it had to side with His Majesty, Russell Crowe. Two Kingdoms chose to side with Northshield (the newest Kingdom on the block), which itself declared for the Mid.
In the afternoon, I spent an hour or two showing ladysprite around Pennsic. This wasn't anything very organized, just a random walk pointing out the sights and introducing some assorted people as we encountered them. Lots of fun: I haven't had an excuse to do a walking tour like that in a while, and it's neat getting to show her around.
In the late afternoon, I decided to take in the first part of Fairfax's class on "Five Personas". Alan Fairfax is one of the better teachers at Pennsic, concentrating particularly on medieval religion and other culture. So I wasn't wholly surprised when Their Majesties of the Mid barged in right ahead of me, and called in the Laurelate, who turned out to be there in great profusion -- I seemed to be the only one there who didn't know that Fairfax was being sent on vigil. Their Majesties then did one of the more cruelly amusing things I've seen in a while: they finished with, "And now, we give you leave to teach your class." To his credit, Fairfax managed to pull his jaw up off the floor within a couple of minutes, and taught a very interesting session. (The notion of the class series was to present a series of particular period archetypes that are often used as SCA personas, and examine how each one's view of the world would really be. This session was "The Knight".)
Dinner was Snooty Food Night, an annual Lochleven tradition. The camp's food may not be the most period, but it's always tasty, and Snooty Food Night is always a treat -- grilled steak, poached salmon and a variety of tasty desserts. Following that was the annual Welcome Ceremony, wherein the members and guests of the household sit around the fire and introduce themselves. This year they tried something new: each person was to state their goals for this Pennsic as a toast. I decided that mine was, after 20-some years, to get my first kill on the battlefield, which was well-received by the group. (Lochleven is, among other things, one of the East's better and more cohesive combat units. So they were very encouraging all week of my project of finally getting back into armor.)