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Master Christian de Guerre
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. L
(A contrafactum of the 15th century Agincourt Carol)
One man went forth upon the field
To change his life with sword and shield
And play the hand that Fate will deal
What his god knows will be revealed.
Not for glory, but to honor Caid.
Delivering blows with practiced skill
He held the field with strength of will
And chivalrous resolve until
A well-honed sword would make the kill.
Not for glory, but to honor Caid.
One man arose to fight once more
His gallantry the might he wore.
Each man to fall, the next man’s lore
And chance to be the victor sure.
Not for glory, but to honor Caid.
His heart grew still when last he fell
In this repose remembered well
And now one bard with quill to tell
This final tale to sing his knell
Not for glory, but to honor Caid.
All men who chance to wear the crown
Know that they stand on hero’s ground.
And those who fell were honor bound
To live in verse is their renown.
Not for glory, but to honor Caid.
–Bannthegn Beathog nic Dhonnchaidh
. . . is a 14th century bard who can often be seen traveling far from her home in the Highlands with her lord husband and muse. If a good tale crosses her path, she will sing a song about it, pull out its hair and spin it, or throw it in a pot and cook it up.
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