THLord Jethro de Calce des Excurtynyx
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. LI
(rondeau)
My banner waves against the tourney sky
And oversees the field with eagle’s eye.
My courage mounts beneath Apollo’s blaze
As drums of battle clear the morning haze
And wings of eagle flutters a reply.
Great sword in hand, first victory is mine
I meet my foe with final lullaby.
And when he falls, one fading final gaze
My banner waves.
The end will come; that’s nothing I deny
One day I’ll hear a final battle cry.
Until my colors fall upon this stage
My foes will know who brought their end of days.
And when I fall, a chivalrous goodbye
My banner waves.
–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.