The Accidental Tuckerization of Douglas Bennett
February 9, 2015
There’s this thing that happens in the SCA where you can know someone for years, be excellent friends, and still not know their “real” name. Their mundane name. You might pass them in the supermarket and not recognize them at all because they’re wearing jeans and a t-shirt instead of an embroidered tunic and coronet. Because to you, they’re simply always in garb, and you’ve always called them by their SCA name. Years ago, this phenomenon led to the following conversation with the excellent Baron Douglas:
Douglas: “I just read the latest book. Do you know what you did?”
Me: “Oh thanks! I mean, what, uh….no?”
Douglas: “Did you mean to gruesomely kill me off?”
Me: “What? No! What are you talking about!”
Douglas: “Do you know what my mundane last name is?”
(I needed a moment here to think and put everything together. Bennett. Douglas Bennett. Cormac’s father Douglas Bennett who had his face ripped off by a werewolf when Cormac was 16. Eeep.)
Me: “What? No! I didn’t! I mean I didn’t know….I mean, no! That’s not you! That wasn’t–! Erp.”
Douglas: “That’s what I thought.”
And then he chuckled with great amusement at my consternation at accidentally naming such an ill-fated character after him, because of course he had entirely orchestrated that consternation.
Baron Douglas, Douglas Bennett, passed away suddenly this weekend.
He had a great baritone chuckle. A wizardly chuckle. Gandalfian, even. In fact, I believe he’s the closest thing to a Middle Earth wizard I’ve ever met. There are songs about this man still sung around SCA campfires. And I’m feeling like Frodo standing at the edge of the chasm, staring into the dark in utter disbelief.
Peace to you, Douglas.