Sir Mons von Goarshausen
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XLIV
By rosemary we’ll know the one
The fates have smiled upon this day.
Sir Mons had hopes to end his run
But Snorri worked to bar his way--
A rabbit bounding in the sun.
A butterfly flew out to play--
He swatted Rudolph just for fun,
And Valrik’s dragon hit the clay.
'Til Vlad killed dreams that had begun
— Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
...is a 15th century Burgundian wool merchant who thinks she a 10th century Viking weaver.