Sir Gamel of Mottrum
fought in Spring Crown Crucible, A.S. XLVIII
The Gamboling Gamelyon
From the land where serpents roam o’er the sea
Where desert siroccos whip up the sand
A dragon-winged lion travelled the land
Answering the call for a battle spree.
Eight were assembled from far-flung Caid:
A fellow knight and two knights soon-to-be;
None were slighted, neither lord nor lady
In this crucible so royally decreed.
The fighting was fierce on the battleground
And Gamel of Mottrum gamboled along
Whacking and thwacking and having a ball.
No better pastime this gamelyon had found,
His spirit soaring, his heart filled with song.
And a raucous good time was had by all.
—Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
... an empty vessel for the Muse