When Donngal did reign as King and Catalina with him
All Calontir did live in joy for arts and crafts did prosper.
Within the realm there toiled with love for sake of Art’s enhancement
Konstantia Kaloethina lived on the Sea Forgotten
With jeweler’s tools she wove gold wire and on it mounted gemstones
But greater still the work she did inspiring hosts of craftsmen
Nobelese Largesse has blossomed forth and yielded rich art’s harvest
Throughout Knowne Worlde rich noble gifts are made for sake of others
And with each work a friendship grows and also love of learning
And now in half score foreign realms is taken up the pattern
Her plan embraced, the arts extolled, and craftsmen trading treasures
Such wondrous works could not stay cloaked from eyes of King and Consort
And so this day They do proclaim her worth to Crown and Kingdom
And at the Order’s strong request induct her as a member:
The Calon Cross her newest rank, reserved for realm’s great servants,
Shall welcome her with open arms, amazed at what she’s fostered.
She has all rights decreed by law and also Kingdom’s custom
All order’s conclaves shall attend and guard safe all their secrets.
This badge she’ll bear forever more: The Heartland’s Cross in purple
Surrounded by a field of gold, within a murex bordure.
One twelfth one twelfth the silk good’s tax shall flow into her coffers
That she may see to her upkeep and dress in proper fashion
They further Grant now unto her the arms she has recorded
An Angel standing white as snow against a sky of azure,
Bordered round with gyronny, eight blocks of white and sable.
These things were done in Royal Court, in Barony Three Rivers
The fourth day of the month of May, the year was eight and forty.
This writ confirmed by King’s own hand, the Queen signed in agreement.
When Donngal King by right wore Falcon Crown
Queen Catalina’s Wisdom did abound
The Pelicans in conclave did recount
How one among all subjects earned renown
Through decades’ toil by ancient battle ground
Where each year blossomed soldiers’ warlike town.
She planned the camp and set lanes’ markings down,
Made room for all who’d lodge in Falcon’s bower.
Her hospitality did make all proud.
Throughout the years she guarded well our lands
Each Crown in turn was served by thoughtful plan
Lest Calon hides escheat to ruffian.
At Matins, Lauds or Prime as they demand
From sparse used bed she climbs to show the map
To guide each road-worn pilgrim safe to camp
For fortnight’s nights late vigil does she stand.
And too she saw to victualling of army,
The golden broth that marked each victory
Beef dried and spiced to match the old decrees
And well dressed bread to make a soldier’s meal
The Falcon Host basked in camaraderie,
And told the tales of this day’s braveries.
Thus planted seed which greater host would reap.
Rich harvest through her work is plainly seen.
A Pelican would sacrifice her life
To feed her young and lead them to the light.
So has Belanna labored day and night
And truly earned the title greatly prized.
The Calon Crown did speak these words from high
Belanna de Rouge should bear the Peerage’s signs,
All dues and duties granted and implied.
And so as Crown They used Their Royal Right
To raise the subject up to rank sublime.
By Puddleford three days past New Year’s tide
At Tournament the Kingdom’s Heirs to find
By Rivers Three conjoined where she did bide
In Eighth and Forty year by reckoned style,
And with the Oath of Fealty did bind
Belanna as a Peer for all of time.