Words for Onana Frizzell- Lamp of Apollo

Words for Onana Frizzell- Lamp of Apollo
By Solveig Bjarnardottir
Inspired by Oedipus

Auspicious Onara Frizzell, stretch the skilled hand
The delicate digits, until they embroider and paint for us
Fine Tapestries and illuminations
Athena, Artist
Make with prism of colors upon the fabric!
Oh, amethyst virtuosa, O fine crafter of brush and needle
O Stonemarchian-Rhapso not be belittled to Nike
Inspire on and share with all you can
Come with outstretched palm as you raise
yourself and others
Baron and Baroness of Stonemarche
Keziah and Deidre, inspired by your skill
Elevate you, an order to join
Apollo, Lamp, golden bright
This Palio, Anno Societatis 57

Words for Spyridon Tou Nkrizou Lykou- Lamp of Apollo

Words for Spyridon Tou Nkrizou Lykou- Lamp of Apollo
By Solveig Bjarnardottir
Inspired by Oedipus

What is Dionysus singing in his profound
Pytho of burgundies and brown
Until now, we were strangers to the taste
As we have been strangers to water
Could we enjoy but the fine tastes that he presents
Without knowing how refined they were
But now, friends
As we are no strangers to this land
Make this proclamation
If any person knows by whose tongue have but tasted
The brews et all
Knows the finery they share
Let it stand as promised to those before him that he too be noticed
Spyridon Tou Nkrizou Lykou, Brewer of fine beverages,
That the Baron and Baroness of Stonemarche
Keziah and Deidre, inspired by your skill
Elevate you, an order to join
Apollo, Lamp, golden bright
This Palio, Anno Societatis 57

Sung Scroll for Amalie von Hoehensee

Embroidery- Pastime with Good Company, Accredited to Henry VIII
Words for Amalie von Hohensee- Order of the Laurel

Pass the time with fine embroidery
My needle sews until I die
Grudge who will, but none deny,
The goldwork flows, continue will I.
For sustenance
tatt, lace, and dance.
The strings now I see:
All threads are drawn
From morn till dawn,
Who shall stop me?

Spangles add to a garment’s shine
The crafter’s heart and passion divine
Add brocade methinks it best,
to sew all night until I must rest.
Edges adorn
fine garments worn
Cunning work to see
‘Tis viewed by all,
Entranced enthralled,
A skilled crafter is she.

Amalie has a specialty
Opus angelicanum is key
with the fine and detailed decree
She brings even the most skilled to agree:
No idleness,
A new mistress
adorned shall she be.
The Consules say
to join today
and wear a Laurel’s leaves.

Sung Scroll for Amalie von Hoehensee

Silver Wheel- Drustan

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.

Maunche for Black Finn

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

Ronan O’Faelan-Silver Mantle

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.

Vopiscus Rufias Donatus, Order of the Silver Mantle

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.

Silver Crescent words for Cedric of the Floppy Hat

By Solveig Bjarnardottir MKA Lauren Haywood

Were he to keep a lower profile, he might
Have lived quite unknown in the East Kingdom the rest his life.
The list fields he prowled most every day,
Crossing swords with joy and never delay.
His clothes, most oft his vest and his stripes,
Though his hat alone would identify and suffice
Then, mostly alone save for only a few
To whom he had confided his whole story true.
One afternoon he turned up at the court
And offered his services at their report
To fetch and to carry—any kind of work
No task to small, no trial would shirk
And, to cut short a tale already long,
He strove to study and train and belong
To the rapier marshallate where by and by
He was a cunning fellow who kept a sharp eye
On every fencer and event support staff.
(Which is no small feat alone and by half.)
As Atlas was strong and wise as an ox,
As Apollo was swift and wily as a fox,
With all of these qualities alone, he was good
At teaching and training, as any with such skill should.
He took time to do any job he was asked.
Filling each duty, request, or each task
Helper, mentor, and friend were the names that they called him,
The very notion of abandoning those in need appalled him.
Few folk of the kingdoms were, as all would support,
Were half so beloved as he in the court.
So gentle was his manner, and seen by the crown,
That all of the East Kingdom rang with renown.
So great grew his reputation in time
Both for his helpfulness and service in prime
So for nine years he led life in this way
Through trials and struggles and joys he did stay
And did his job so well, both in peace and in war
That there was no man whom the East valued more.
So we grant Cedric of the Floppyhat, crescents of silver
To show our thanks, we now deliver
Counsels Tindal and Albrecht do bestow in Ethereal Court
This day and forever shall this honor shall be cavort.

Scoll by the incredibly talented Tiffan Fairamay

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Words for Phillipe- Silver Brooch

Words by Lady Solveig Bjarnardottir
Based off a 12th century Troubador Song by Guillaume IX (1071-1127)
Translation by Baronness Kirsa Oyutai

I shall make a new song
Before the wind blows and it freezes and rains
My passion is trying me and putting me to the test
To find out how much I love it
Well now, no matter what the struggle is, I am moved for that reason
It shall not loose me from it’s bond
Instead I become it’s bard and I deliver myself to it
The consuls may write my name down in their charter
Now, don’t go thinking I am crazy
I love my noble kingdom
Without it, I give no song
I have caught a hunger to serve with my music
None shall remove me
I serve no other kingdom
If I do not give my music, I shall wither and die
Today, I pledge my oath
As I now serve
A brooch as it’s mark, the consuls bestow
On this day, a silver brooch I am born

Une nouvelle chanson j’écrirai
Avant que le vent souffle et que la terre gèle
Ma passion m’éprouve et me défie
De trouver tout l’amour que j’ai pour elle
Maintenant, peu importe quel est l’obstable, je suis transporté
Je ne peux échapper à son emprise
Je suis dorénavant son barde et je me livre à elle
Les consuls inscriront mon nom sur leur charte
Ne croyez pas que j’aie perdu le nord
J’aime mon noble royaume
Sans lui, je n’ai aucune mélodie
J’ai faim de servir avec ma musique
Nul ne peut me retenir
Je ne sers aucun autre royaume
Si je ne peux partager ma musique, flétri et mort je serai
Aujourd’hui, je prête serment
Comme dorénavant je sers
Une broche comme marque, les consuls m’offrent
En ce jour, une broche d’argent est née

Words for Symonne aus Chevaux d’Or- Silver Wheel

Based off an 11th century Troubadour song Bien me deusse targier

One ought to cease making song with words and music
One makes song with one’s deeds
Since she travels quietly, her work speaks for her
She does not boast
But others do
From the lowlands to the high
That she does more for the kingdom than for any lover
Yet she is glad to put her body and soul into her work
Symonne aus cheveaux D’or, proudly rides throughout the kingdom. Event steward with a smile, her heart gifted to all. Officer of the people and a quiet, proud servant. May her work be remembered as do our Consuls Tindall and Alberic do see it fit to have her inducted into their esteemed order of the Silver Wheel this day _.


On devrait cesser de faire du chant avec les mots et la musique
On fait du chant avec ses actes
Puisqu’elle voyage doucement, ses labeurs parlent pour elle
Elle ne se vante pas
Mais les autres, si
Des plaines aux montagnes
Qu’elle fait plus pour le royaume que pour aucun amant
Or elle est joyeuse de se mettre corps et âme à son travail
Symonne aus Chevaux d’Or chevauche fièrement à travers le royaume.
Intendante au sourire, cœur offert à tous.
Officier du peuple et servante calme et fière.
Qu’on se souvienne de ses efforts comme nos Consuls Tindal et Alberic jugent bon de la faire intronisée dans Leur estimé Ordre de la Roue d’Argent ce