Jan 10 Cornation, ThreeRivers, Calontir
Jan 17 Twelfth Night, TreeGirt Sea, Midrealm
Jan 24 Birka,Stonemache, East
Jan 31 Mannanan Mac Lir, Atlantia
Feb 7 Clothiers' Cum an Iolar, Calontr
Feb 14, Val Day, Three Hills, Midrealm
Feb 21, Southern War College, Ravensfort, Ansteorra
Feb 23-Mar 1 Estrella War
Mar 7 MootThingy, Coille Stormielle, Northshield T
Mar 14 Gul Wars
Mar 28 Crown, Carlsby, Calontir
Apr 4 Elfsea Defender, Ansteorra
6 Sept Crown Tourney Atenveldt
13 Sept Coronation Northshield
20 Sept Triumph of Eclipse Ansteorra
27 Sept Meridian Grand Tourney Meridies
4 Oct Crown Tourney Artemisia
8-12 Oct Great Western War Caid
18 Oct Crown Tourney Midrealm
25 Oct Hail the Striking Falcon Calontir
1 Nov Crown Tourney Atlantia T
8 Nov Ducal University/Reninger’s Trimaris
15 Nov Sicilian’s Revenge Aethelmarc
19-22 Nov Bordermarch Autumn Melees Ansteorra T
6 Dec Magna Faire Meridies T
13 Dec Kris Kinder Calontir
20 Dec al-Barran Midwinter Outlands
Baron Nicolas L'Anguile, who dwelt awhile in Grimfells.
In River’s Vale, Gleann Abhann called, King Uther reigns as Sovereign,
And by his side Queen Brigit sits, alike in royal station.
The Argent Ram, whose Crowns They wear, has blessed this land with bounty:
White-girded Knights, by fealty bound, preserve the Kingdom’s Borders,
The Pelicans, who serve the Realm, do daily fight disorder,
But this day’s theme is artisans, who fill Our Land with beauty.
Since ancient times a Laurel wreath has marked the brow of crafters,
Whose scholarship and teaching skill provide broad inspiration,
And by their works of pen, and saw, and likewise nimble needle
Do fill the land with treasures rich the glory of Our Kingdom.
When one has mastered diverse skills, and shared them with Our People,
And bears himself with noble mien, and serves as fine example,
It is Our Royal Right and Will to recognize with Peerage
That all might see and all might know his value to Gleann Abhann.
A tailor skilled, a scholar sage, who served Our Royal grandsire
And by his raiment stakes his claim to Laurel’s leafy circlet.
The Baron Nicolas L’Anguile has knelt before his Sovereigns,
There vestments donned and warnings heard, and fealty oath did offer.
We name him Peer and Laurel true and bid him pray continue
To do such things and craft such works as brought him to Our notice.
From this day forth he badges bears and holds his arms by Patent.
His fire-steels shall send forth sparks of learning through the Kingdom.
We name him Peer, his rank increase, and grant him Royal License
To capture eels and elvers young and sell them in the markets,
And gift each year ten els of cloth, of finest silken damask.
These things we do the last of May, in Small Grey Bear’s fine holdings,
In year the ninth and fortieth, since first Our days were numbered.
In interest of fairness.
We exalt now Our Kingly father, who flew as a Falcon,
Lithe Dancer in Battle, in every way regal,
Firm steward of Calontir, the gold-giving Anton,
His eyes ever watchful, seeing good in all subjects.
From Black-Star land came he, but so well learned our ways,
That only those with memory sharp knew him as other
Than true-born, purple-blooded son of the Heartland.
His noble deeds did prove he bore the Falcon's keen eye.
We exalt him for his true holding to true calling,
For as Our King Law-wise was he, and full counseled.
He held peers' words and thegns' as valued as bright gold,
And not even the smallest need escaped his eyes' gaze.
When at summer's start all did gather a Lilies' Lake,
Tradesmen and guild did raise red sword one to the other.
He let squabble play out as long as was seemly and merry,
Then invoked Royal Peace, lest eye be taken for an eye.
We exalt him as war-leader, who skimmed over waves of foe-blood
At ancient war-plain, made sacred by annual pilgrimages.
Woe to the Tyger, when facing the Falcon war-lusting.
His eyes set on Honour, the prize dearer than base Vict'ry.
We exalt Anton Raghelan, who served as King 'til this day.
We exalt Anton Raghelan, recognizing County's achievement.
We exalt Anton Raghelan, with gold 'battled brow-ring.
We exalt Anton, and pray to see through eyes clear as his.
By these words do We, Luther and Maerwyn, newly and rightly crowned King and Queen of Calontir, recognize Anton Raghelan as one who has ruled this Our Kingdom, and take joy in proclaiming his Comital rank and rights from this thirteenth day of September in the forty-third year of the Society ever onward.
Fernando the Falcon and Lyriel, Lily,
Standing again at the Crossroads of Fate,
Enfolded and guarded by Calontir's Levy -
We stand at full ready to guard Phaedra's Gate.
Great is the power of the proud Falcon War Host,
Soldiers well trained who Our valour uphold,
With axes and scutums, greatsword and long spear,
Through weapons of warfare true glories unfold.
Yet in battle's peril a strong shield is needed,
A stout oaken shaft and keen bright axe blade.
Heart of the Heartland now calls Its protectors -
We summon the Huscarls by Our Ancestors made.
But still in Our war host their stands such a soldier
Well stocked with death blows - Wise in war's ways.
Our grand-dame's protector, a far traveled veteran,
Worthy of honor - To the Hirth him We raise
Spiller of wound-dew, none best him in war-lust,
Fiercest in slaughter, this feeder of crows.
We Grant Arms and crossed axes to the sharp tongued Duncan
Called Skeene for his homeland, grim bane of Our foes.
Round his neck do We place now this badge of the Order,
And Grant to him always such privilege and right
As held since the first days by the Iren Hirth's warriors -
Well earned by their prowess, their valour, their might.
But with such advancement their comes also duty
To guard well Our borders against highlander's raid.
He must raise up a stone keep and a strong string of towers,
And send us nine coins of ten of the tolls that are paid.
By our seals we confirm it - his Lordship's high honour
On the seventeenth of February, the year XXXV.
On the sands of Estrella in Atenveldt's homelands
As Duncan has striven so shall we all strive.
Fernando the Falcon and Lyriel Lily.
Standing again at the Crossroads of Fate,
With Duncan of Skeene enrolled as a Huscarl
We stand now full ready to guard Phaedra's Gate.
March 29: Calontir Crown No Trim
April 5: Meridies Coronation
April 12 Feast and Martyrdom of Saint Rhianwen No Trim
April 19 Wiesenfeuer Baronial, Ansteorra
April 25-27 Figments and Filaments Costuming Convention
May 3 Oldenfeld Aniiversary, Trimaris *
May 10 Mists=Cynagua War, West *
May 17 Crown Tournament, AnTir *
May 22-25 Potrero War, Caid *
May 31 Candlelight, Gleann Abhann *
June 2-7 Highland Melees, Atenveldt *
June 13-21 War of the Lilies, Calontir
June 28, Field fo the Cloth of Gold, Artemisia *
July 2-5, An Tir West War *
July 12 Coronation, Calontir
In Calontir, the Falcon Land, Martino reigns as Sovereign,
With wisdom clear and mercy just he makes the realm to prosper.
And by his side stands Ariel, the flower of the Kingdom
Whose belt of white and Laurelled brow bespeak her as full worthy.
But each of them served well the Realm, before their Royal Crowning.
And thus they know the long hours spent by all the Kingdom’s servants.
Within the realm was such a jewel, a treasure of the Heartland
Who lived in town of Safita, where summer burned like smithy.
Beneath the Crac de l’Ospital she built a place of learning
She summoned all the well-taught minds and students soon did follow
For year on year the learning bloomed and came forth many scholars.
Academy, Bright Falcon named, did fill the land with sages.
And so she did in Lily-lands, where summers likewise smoldered.
But scholar’s robes she’ll put aside when other tasks need tending,
Our summer war, which all enjoy, was aided by her guidance.
Her pen and brush too serve the Realm, producing Royal Charters.
By all these deeds her worth is known, and held up as example
For all to see and follow well, and note a realm’s true servant.
So as the Falcon flew to War, unbound by hood or jesses,
The Royal Pair, the King and Queen, did call this worthy forward.
“O, Neathery of Safita, We praise you in Court Royal,
And mark you with the Calon Cross, sign equal of your labors.
Join now this group who daily toil, for benefit of Kingdom,
And let none bar you from their ranks, lest they should see our anger.”
By these words did Martino and Ariel, King and Queen of Calontir create Neathery of
Safita a Companion of the Cross of Calontir, conveying to her all rights, duties and
responsibilities, on the 13th day of March, AS XLVII, while on campaign in Glenn Abhann.
This was done in Byzantine "City Verse" (my term for Political Verse).
Neathery has excavated at Safita, which is near the castle now known as the Crac de Chevallier.
Here is what I have lined up for the near future. Remember, events in the future are more uncertain than they appear.
18 Jan Twelfth Night, Ayreton, Middle
24-5 Jan Birka, Stonemarche, East
1 Feb Kingdom A&S, Bright Hills, Atlantia
8 Feb Lion's Tourney, Oldenfeld, Trimaris
15 Feb Val Day, Three Hills, Middle
22 Feb Dance and Music Symposium, Bryn Gwlad, Ansteorra
24 Feb-2 Mar, Estrella War, Atenveldt
8-15 Mar, Gulf Wars, Glenn Abhann
22 Mar, perhaps Haire Affaire, Falcon's Keep, Northshield, perhaps Advent of Al-Hamal, Steren Cordha, Middle, perhaps somewhere else. Suggestions?
29 Mar, Crown, Wyvern Cliffe, Calontir
5 Apr, Coronation, ???, Meridies
12 Apr, Feast and Martyrdom of Saint Rhianwen, Standing Stones, Calontir (No Trim)
19 Apr, Uncertain, Open for Suggestions
25-27 Apr Figments and Filaments, www.figmentsandfilaments.com Costuming Con in Kansas City
3 May, Uncertain, Open for Suggestions
10 May, maybe Coronation, Unser Haven, Outlands
17 May, Uncertain, Open for Suggestions, Maybe Crown, Vulcanfeldt, An Tir
22-25 May, Uncertain, Maybe Potrero, Calafia, Caid, maybe Crown, Trimaris (if they have things figured out by then)
31 May, Uncertain, Maybe Eldern Baronial, Ansteorra
7 Jun, Uncertain, Maybe Highland Wars, Ered Sul, Atenveldt
13-21 Jun, Lilies War, Calontir
28 Jun Uncertain, Maybe Field of the Cloth of Gold, Artemisia
1-6 Jul, An Tir West War
12 Jul, Coronation, Lost Moor, Calontir
19 Jul Uncertain, Open for Suggestions
27 Jul-8 Aug, Pennsic
So six plus months in advance.
They needed a scroll text for court in an hour and a half.
Here is what I managed...
Fierce roll the dark clouds
Bringing doom to our foemen.
Black are the omens
For all those who oppose Us.
Our warhost is hewn
With the axes of huscarls
Unknowing of limb's pain
Once battle begins.
The lithman's axe crashes
Like swift strike of lightning,
Drawing all eyes to witness
What has been laid low.
When huscarls charge forward
Their roar is like thunder,
Death-dealing deep rumble,
The last sound slain foes hear.
Who of Our warhost
Is unflinching in tempest?
Which of Our soldiers
Brings foemen such fear?
Who should be trusted
With axes and duties?
Whose task as a huscarl
Is to guard Calontir?
Kneels now before Us
One worthy of honor
By battle's prowess,
His arm-strength did shine.
The Whirlwind of Melee.
Whose sword stroke is lightning.
Who roars warlike thunder.
Be a Huscarl this day.
By these words did Damien and Issabell King and Queen of Calontir induct Conr Sturmaere
into the Order of the Iren Hirth, confirming all ancient and associated rights, responsibilities,
and badges conferred by law and custom on this the fourth day of January in the 48th year
of the Society in Our Barony of Lonely Tower.
Damien Rex Issabell Regina
Without time to do research, I went with the baseless supposition that "Sturmaere" was etymologically related to "stormy".
I still haven't checked to see if it is the case, but it worked for the text.
I had the opportunity to write their retirement texts, a Court Baronage for him, but as she already had a Court Baronage, she simply received a writ of retirement.
Once again, I checked out Jenny Rowland's Early Welsh Saga Poetry from the UARK library (I think I am the only one who checks it out.) and used it for my model.
Removed from the head is the Coronet.
From snowy locks intended for younger, darker hair,
As years and seasons turn, so barons and kings.
Lifted from the head is the Coronet.
Three years of serving by leading,
Led by seven pair royal crowned heads.
Taken from the brow is the Lonely Tower Coronet.
As it was in earliest day, to replaced with Laurel wreath,
Return in full to your songs, quarrels and tales.
Pulled from the head is the Crownlet of the land.
Hosts were led not with sword,
But bow and shaft, which slew many foes.
Doffed from the head is the Golden Coronet,
Lesser Crown of Greater Crown.
Marking ruler of Baronage, First Subject of King.
Withdrawn from the head is the browband of power
Its strength was your people
Its rule-right was your King.
Snatched from the head is the band of Unig Twr
For use by the successor,
Your term is well completed.
Dislodged from the head is Lonely Tower’s burden.
Grateful are your people, and Kings
For three long years of service.
Raised from the head is the Gold Coronet
To make room for silver,
The mark of service given and leisure gained.
Withdrawn from the head is the Coronet,
No longer Lonely Tower’s Baron,
But ever in court Calontir.
Bared is the head of Coronet,
Making room for new journeys,
Go forth, Dolan Madoc, Court Baron henceforth.
By these words do We, Damien and Issabell, King and Queen of Calontir, create Dolan Madoc of Harlech a Baron of Our Court, investing him will all ancient rights, including the use of a Coronet of Silver, surmounted by six pearls, from this fourth day of January in the forty eighth year of the Society, in Our Barony of Lonely Tower, which he did lately rule in Our name.
For twenty years, Dolan and Kezia have advanced in rank, holding between them four Grants of Arms, two Court Baronages and a Peerage, and yet in none of the scrolls attached to them were they given any land holdings, as is so often the custom in Calontir scrolls at this level. Their string of bad luck continues. Kezia's retirement writ allows her to double her holdings of nothing, and is useless as it commands her to present documentation a week after Coronation....
BTW, I miscounted. They had served as Baronage of Lonely Tower for four years.