Author: Solveig Bjarnardottir, Bard and Teacher

Service is what makes the wheels turn to the kingdom
Not just through lending a hand, but the soul you bare
Even though he is newer to us,
He is over koalafied

We are all richer for the service he gives
Though they say volunteering makes no cents

Some have even called Drustan a Saint,
which is questionable because the SCA is a non-prophet organization.
Through him, we can see the future

He has enriched our lives and filled it with collateral stories
He writes so much for the kingdom, he’s always cold.
he reviews his work so much he is surrounded by drafts.

When you need a face to serve as MC,
Drustan is like a pineapple, always doling out the charm.

Since Drustan has gifted us with service, We, the Counsels of the East Tindal and Albrecht do see fit to induct him into the Order of the Silver wheel.

Based off a 18th century drinking song

Cheers! For Black Finn, his master hand creates
The beverages fine and spirit elates
Up, lift now the sparkling gold cup to the lip, and drink!
And leave not a drop in the goblet fill’d to the brink.
Then let thy eyes bright wander around o’er the comrades
Gay and merry -I not despise them
Nay! lift up the sparkling goblet and join the sway.
Let them rejoice and be happy this festive day.
But, when thou hast drunk and eaten, no longer stay;
I’ll twine mine fingers round overflowing cup of white
O, come, thou wondrous blissbestowing longed for night!
Fine crafts and beverages do delight
The Counsels request you join their order of Maunche this night
Presented Anno Socitatis 55, July 17 is now by right

I remember yet the giant of Stonemarche,
Who gave us love in the days gone by;
Baronies I knew, the many in the Kingdom
With sharp wit and sharp blade. None to rival his
Of old was the age when Ronan lived;
Sea nor cool waves nor sand there were;
Earth had been born might from his hand
But a yawning gap and grass nowhere.
The Marshall grew a range for all
Ronan the mighty shared home wall to wall
The sun from the south warmed the stones of earth,
Teaching young and teaching old
Garbing the masses, showing all his warriors path
Knowledge he had knowledge he shared
The moon knew not what might was his,
The stars knew not where their stations were.
It is with utmost glee, you, Ronan O’Faelan, servant of the people and the kingdom, are to be inducted by our hands, King Ozurr and Queen Fortune to join the ranks of our Silver Mantle. We do this for you, this day The Great Northeastern War, AS LIII.

Arrows soar keenly from armored body swift
Sites set
Surrounded by shield wall
Stalwart Bravery
Militia formed to end the foe
Auxilia commander, prowess formed
Leading by example
Pray heed, attend the call of Vopiscus Rufias Donatus
Fine Combat Archer
Attend he who remained at the great battles at Pennsic Defending the east
Tireless effort he gave to the East
Tzar and Tzarina, Ivan and Mathilde, grant many thanks and do so by inducting Vopiscus Rufias Donatus into the Order of the Silver Mantle January 10, A.S. 52 at the 12th Night celebration in Endewearde.