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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.