Based off of The Tale of the Twelve Months
First comes the Herald, keeper of truth,
Who knoweth the weight of every name.
They telleth of Novák, the newcomer,
And Černý, the dark, both steadfast in fame.
They lifteth the roll where ancestry lies,
And proclaimeth aloud before noble eyes.
Next comes the Scribe, with ink and light,
Whose hand endureth when voices fade.
By quill are the lineages gathered,
And every stroke a memory made.
Their letters march like ranks of men,
Binding the past to the present again.
Then comes the Fencer, measured of step,
Steel in hand and honor in heart.
They teacheth by blade as by virtue,
That discipline standeth with art.
Their parries are prayers, their thrusts are laws,
Each strike recalling their kingdom’s cause.
Last comes the Fox, both clever and sly,
They keepeth the lore with cunning and song.
They guardeth the craft for future days,
That wisdom be handed along.
Not trickster alone, but watchful and keen,
They walk between what hath been and what’s seen.
Be it proclaimed before all folk and friends:
Anezka is taken into the Order of the Maunche,
By the hands of Ryoukojin and Indrakshi,
To be held in the fellowship steadfast and staunch.
To have and to hold this honor in faith,
As long as the sun shall rise on the earth.
Thus Name, and Letter, and Deed, and Guile
Are bound in one enduring style;
And so is their virtue woven in song,
Their glory assured, unbroken and strong.
Meddlings of the Minnesinger 