Lord Bartholomew is a member of the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA). He neither understands that he is merely a figment of my imagination, nor that he is anywhere but in mid-14th century England. He doesn't quite understand how he gets from one place to the next, but he has long since learned to trust his spirit, or "spright" as he calls me, to guide him through the times for which he has no memory (I personally think that "consience" would be a better choice, but he hasn't gone along with me on that yet, probably because no self-respecting conscience would suggest some of my better action plans).
Bartholomew's 13-year slumber corresponds to a time when I was not active in the SCA. His usual way of dealing with things he doesn't understand is either to ignore them, making some quizzical but noncommittal comment, or to simply to create a story that explains the mystery on his own terms.
Interestingly, I showed Bartholomew the web pages when I had them finished, and he thought they were an interesting set of scrolls. Apparently, his vision does not extend past the edges of the browser window, and he doesn't recognize the term "links" either. In fact, he doesn't appear to see them at all unless they are an integral part of the text.
Still, they are HIS web pages, so I've written them the way he wants them. I apologize if you
find it confusing, but sometimes he can be a real pain about stuff like that.
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