THLord Bryan Gard Yale
fallen in Summer* Crown Tourney, A.S. XXIV
(awld gywydd)
Day dawns hot and clear and bright.
All delight in pageantry.
Colors bold and pennants rare
Fill the air with bijoutry.
Ericward strides Bryan Yale
Fighter hale with sword and shield.
Like his namesake beast of old
Makes so bold to claim the field.
Warrior maiden, duchess, knight,
A fighter hight Kolfinna
Smiles yet declines to move
And proves to be the winner.
Bryan rises from the dust.
He must continue questing.
His eyes alight on Miriel,
His swelling heart attesting.
He challenges Sir Ragnar,
Their sparring proves a good brawl.
He fights well, but takes a hit.
Alas it is his downfall.
Bryan Yale and Miriel
A fond farewell accord all.
Jubilant without a care
Repair now to their great hall.
--Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
...a weaver of words and wadmal.
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