THLady Kiena le Blue ~ fought in Spring Crown Crucible, A.S. XLVIII

THLady Kiena le Blue

fought in Spring Crown Crucible, A.S. XLVIII

Sweet Lady Blue come swing your sword

The count is in the eric, the knights are on the sward

Where’s the azure lass who makes the lads weep?

She’s out on the field with engagements to keep.

She fought Lord Agrippa, whose day was foretold;

With Magnus and Josep, with Rauokinn so bold.

Cavelli and Randver and Athanaric too

All spiced up the day for Kiena le Blue.

— Pippin Skylark

... always tart and crisp

Spring '14

Steven A Nutt ~ fought in Spring Crown Crucible, A.S. XLVIII

Steven A Nutt

fought in Spring Crown Crucible, A.S. XLVIII

The Crucible fine metal wrought

When Steven A Nutt tried his hand

Just for fun, though others fought

To rule this land.

He fought a duke, he fought some knights

He fought an hon’rable lord and more.

The field was rich with doughty fights ~

Who could keep score?

Two Crown contenders moved along

The tourney journey toward the prize,

Their mettle tested by the throng

To ladies’ sighs.

When Crown returns’n fighters strut

To see which one is paramount

Mayhap...we’ll see Steve A Nutt ~

Mayhap we won’t.

— Pippin Skylark

... always tart and crisp

Spring '14

Duke Sven Orfhendur ~ fought in Spring Crown Crucible, A.S. XLVIII

Duke Sven Orfhendur

fought in Spring Crown Crucible, A.S. XLVIII

Sven Orfhendur swingin’ from a tree

H--I--T--T--I--N--G

Here come knights and counts and lordlings

Rus and Saracen and Nordlings

Answering the kingdom’s call

Doughty fighters one and all

Taken down by the sloth’s left paw

The dangedest thing you ever saw

  

— Pippin Skylark

... always tart and crisp

 Spring '14

Felipe de Trujillo ~ fought in Spring Crown Crucible, A.S. XLVIII

Felipe de Trujillo

fought in Spring Crown Crucible, A.S. XLVIII

(Cantar)

The sun beat down on the fighters

Who met on the Crucible field.

Felipe was among their number

Intent upon making all yield.

He faced off against his foemen

Round robin with duke, knight and lord.

Eight fighters clashed in the combat;

All but two were left on the sward.

Fighting was fierce in the eric

Of battle, Felipe saw his share.

The Crucible tested his mettle

The strength of his spirit is clear.

—Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

... is a 15th century Burgundian wool merchant who thinks she's a 10th century Viking weaver.

 Spring '14

Baron Rudolf Fekter ~ fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XLVIII

Baron Rudolf Fekter

fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XLVIII

(pantoum)

A butterfly, with heart of iron,

Honoring his lady fair,

Sallies forth to face a lion,

Resting in his oaken lair.

Honoring his lady fair,

Butterfly and feline play.

Wrested from his oaken lair,

Golden lion wins the fray.

Butterfly and feline play;

Airy fighter batted down;

Golden lion wins the fray.

Iron heart still seeks a crown.

Airy fighter batted down;

Shakes his wings and takes the sky.

Iron heart still seeks a crown;

Spies a dragon from on high.

Shakes his wings and takes the sky,

Mighty creature forged in fire!

Spies a dragon from on high:

Wing to wing, he does aspire.

Mighty creature forged in fire

Meets a fitting end, I’d say.

Wing to wing he did expire

A fiery finish to his day.

Meets a fitting end, I say!

Sallied forth to face a lion.

A fiery finish to his day,

This butterfly with heart of iron.

— Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

... weaver of words and wadmal

Fall '13

Baron Christian de Guerre ~ fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XLVIII

Baron Christian de Guerre

fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XLVIII

(englynion penfyr)

When Christian puts on his blue-shade shoes

True warriors take a stance

And join him in the danse.

When Christian puts on his blue-shade shoes

Assured a battle intense

With griffin whose talons flense.

When Christian puts on his blue-shade shoes

Taylor-made his next fierce foe

Christian is brought to woe.

When Christian puts on his blue-shade shoes

Laid low his dreams for Ismay.

A wreath for his lady some day.

— Pippin Skylark

... always tart and crisp
Fall '13

Sir Mons von Goarshausen

The Warrior's Reel
(Celtic Buried Rhyme)


A worthy ritter of the Rhine
And lady fine came to Caid.
In battle dance his sword to test
Against the best, as was decreed.

The first to pace him on the field
With sword and shield was Thorbjorn.
The doughty Horseman did not rest
Sir Mons to best, but left forlorn.

A good beginning for the knight
To show his might in martial play
For kingdom crown--if he's the one--
A regal son at end of day.

The ritter partnered Sir Kjartan,
The better man to be revealed.
In fierce combat the warriors clashed.
Alack, alas! Mons quit the field.

Sir Mons was down, but not yet out;
He strove to clout another foe.
Duke Sven--the once and future prince--
Caused Mons to wince.  A mighty blow.

The fighter's danse macabre is done
For good Sir Mons.  Some tourney day
He'll dance again--just give the word!
When lofty hurdy-gurdies play.

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
Spring'13