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Knowing that he had a "good thing" (tm) going, Lord Philip Bell again commissioned
a set of poems to dedicate at the Atlantian Rapier Melee Tournament held at
Pennsic XXVI. The first part was read as a pledge from all entrants in the tournament,
the response was then read by HRM Bera Thorbjarnardottir as her response to the fighters.
Aedan Notes from the Author, Mar Yaakov: - Read *across*, not down one column then down the next - Norse and Old English poetry uses a device called "kennings" where a metaphor substitutes for the actual word. Thus, "soul-windows" for eyes or "land-whales" for cattle. |
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Hear wire-warriors Words of war now Brave beautiful Slayer, spear-queen Consort of Cuan Foreign foemen To butcher like land-whales Our war-wires strike Atlantia's enemies Dear spear-slayer Search our soul-windows Your beauty inspires Your bravery binds us Peerless Pearl-queen Or ravening ravens |
ware to our wyrd weave we for Bera bane of sword-foes swear we now stoutly we conquer for you we fearlessly face life-blood spilling steel-waves washing over like lemmings drown doubt not our swearing see we are yours our boldness for battle to beat down your foes we promise you victory will ravage our bones |
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Hear my fencers But bitter is victory No fame or bard-song Oaths you have sworn Fearing no death Better to die Then live disgraced In life or death And word-fame will follow |
you fill me with pride bought with dishonor from foils of shame see you fulfill them fighting with honor by blows of war-wire belying your word but deal with honor Whatever befalls |
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