Benito Makes Snow Lord's Peak

The testudo crests the peak and the barrier of vegetable covered shields opens like a clockwork machine. Benito steps away from the serried ranks of Romans and looks around inquiringly. 

'Hello. Anybody home?'

This week's Snow Lord's Peak brought to you by Mount Edith Clavel, Alberta.

The Snow Lord emerges from his cave, sharpening a knife, an apron stretched across his not inconsequential bulk.

'Hiya Benito. Good timing, we're just about to have supper. What to join us? What's with all the guys toting shields?'

Benito hands over a fine bottle of Rioja as a gift to the hostess. 'Oh, it's just to avoid being pelted in the vegetable crossfire. People are flinging them at Ray, trying to make him stop painting Donnybrook figures without yet having played a game. It's madness down there.'

The Snow Lord shrugs and plucks a leaf of lettuce from a scutum, 'Donnybrook, indeed. Oh well, you've saved us from going to get greens for the table. You just didn't come up for supper, did you? What can I do for you?'

'I hear that I'll need to submit a boon in order to claim my treasure. I'd like to know what you have in mind.'

The Snow Lord looks over at the Roman legionnaires speculatively. 'How about something for your 'Infamy! Infamy!' project. Let's see some more opponents for those Roman fellows over there, a nice mob of great hairy barbarians. That should do the trick.'

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Now, Benito, will it be Gauls, Germans, Iberians...? I look forward to seeing what you come up with.

-Curt