Event Report: Late Winter Shoot, 2004

By Lady Thorfinna gra’feldr

Here do I lay pen to the events of the voyage to Petrea Thule on the 13th day of March, A.S.XXXVIII.

The wind had a bitter bite and the sea was cold and grey when I made ready to sail east once more. The balmy temperatures of the week previous had left us, and prehaps I should 'ave taken the change as an evil omen, for there was danger aplenty awaiting me and mine at the end of our journey. But word had come from the lands of Petrea Thule that there would be a Late Winter Shoot for all those gentles who possessed some skill with the bow, and as archery had been for a me a fond memory from me childhood, I made plans to attend.

So, with me ship, the Clever Wife, loaded to the bulwarks, we set out t'wards the rising sun on that chilling morn. The weather held, as did our luck when we were dogged by the vessel what bore Their Excellencies of Septentria to the Thule. But we managed to fall in with their fleet by flying Ealdormere's colours, and docked without incident behind them.

The tiny inn was packed with archers from all across the Northern Realm, and there was many a face I recognized, both friend and foe within the throng, including our own Mr. Tibbs, and that dastardly constable what bears so striking a resemblance to 'im. I kept me head low, and made meself scarce when the Thuligan authorities were about, and managed to spend quite a while at the range. I scored me a 64 in what they called their winter round, and I was pleased enough wi' that, seein' as how the last time I'd done any serious shooting had been some fifteen or more years gone (and it weren't none to serious back then, either. Har!).

After that, we headed up to get us a bit to fill our bellies, and I discovered that through some lack of wit and forethought all our gear for feastin' had been left back at Drew's End. I was forced to make use of a scrap of paper as me plate, and me fingers as forks! Still, the dining was fine, and the price fair, so there weren't much of which I could complain, save my own foolishness.

When we had broken our fast, the range was opened up for a new shoot, one which they termed 'novelty'. I was floored to me gibbet when I saw what they was up to. It seems they've not yet fergot the last time Cap'n Bloodfox and meself sailed these here seas, and it seems also that we be wanted, men and women both, in this barony! I had me a laugh that such a fuss was made over little ol' me, har! But me grin turned sour when it became appar'nt that Bloodfox and I were t'be the targets themselves! Fortunately for yours truly, in image only, and not in me person. It seems that, to improve the skill of their archers, and their chances of apprehending us pirates, the Thuligans had set up targets four rows by four, with renderings of meself, Bloodfox, Mr. Tibbs and Mr. Andersen hidden amongst those images of more generic piratical fiends. Upon each picture was placed a gaily colored balloon. Those what pierced a balloon could then look to see who's face might be underneath it, with the ultimate goal of striking both a captain and first mate on each target, and clearing the line that they were contained within by dispatching the row of balloons!

They even went so far as to pull some folk from the crowd who bore some likeness to ourselves so that them archers might have an idea'r o' who they was shootin' at.

I kept meself well hidden in the crowd, but when it was said that first prize was to be a booty of gold coinage - well, what else could I do but compete for that gold, seeing as how we was far too outnumbered to up and steal it by force. I thought it would still be rather poetic in justice if I were to take that gold, considerin' what the contest was about! So that's what I did, by tar!

We were divided up by numbers into teams, one team per target. Team Four were my team, and though disconcerting as it was to be firing deadly arrows at a likeness of me own face, the lure of gold was stronger than pride! When the dust settled, a shaft had penetrated my breast, and Mr. Andersen's likeness was shot clear through the mouth, but more importantly, a clear line connecting the two images had been cleared by team four, and we were victorious over all! Yar! And to add to irony, the Baron himself awarded me a few extra coins, none the wiser as to who he was paying! Ah, the winds blow their own way, do they not? Har!

There was more shooting after that, but I was not one to press my luck, and so I gathered up me gear and left to spend my winnings at a local inn of great repute where all were fed to their satisfaction, and none were left wanting. All in all, a day of great adventure!

But now I feel the old sea calling once more, and so for now, I leave me pen for me sword as Cap'n Widow sails again!

Event Report: The Golden Seamstress Competition, 2004

By Lady Corrina Van Rensealer

Her Majesty Susanna the Unyielding opened the competition at 11pm Friday night, then left site to have a good night’s sleep. Then we all went to work. There was much laughter and a lot of production. Thanks to the excellent service of the event staff, we had no worries of hunger or thirst, they brought out food and drink every hour. They also supplied us with a hot breakfast and lunch. There was also music playing in the background for our enjoyment.

After a long 18 hours the competition was closed at 5pm on Saturday evening, which was followed by a one-hour break, which was used to get the models ready for the fashion show and final judging at 6pm. After the fashion show there was another small break and then Royal and Baronial Court were held in wait for the judges to get their results worked out, in which time they came back into court to provide us all with their results.

First of all I would like to say that we had a lot of fun. This competition took place Friday, March 19, 2004 and Saturday, March 20, 2004. Here is a list of all the competitors

Vest Yorvik
C: Kaellyn mac Dermott
Gunnar Thorgrimmson
Elena ferch Rhys ap Gruffudd
Evelyn Karnat
Ceridwen
Magnus Kjrr

The Wyrd Sisters

C: Lady Sof’ia Bardeva
Tarian verch Gadarn
Lady Jean-Margaret Donnerfaust
Lord Wulfgang Donnerfaust
Lady Naja Kesali

Skraddare och Skomakare
C: Caitlin inghean
Tomais ui Duibhir
Baroness Alyce do Sheppy
Medb ingen Dungaile
Thorolfr inn smithr
Eithne Briansdottir
William Meriic

Lame Ducks
C: Martin Buildner

Marines
C: Tarquin Bjornsson
Lady Mirilla Bellema du Province
THL Arwyn of Leicester
Lady Catherine Seaton
Rose of Ben Dunfirth
Eve of Ben Dunfirth

Talia Na Biene
C: THL Aislinne of Alainmoor
Christiana McNamara
Percival de la Rocque
William McDonald of Balnagown
Eleanor of Huntingdon

Las Mujeres do Matteo till Vilhelm
C: Cainnearinghean
Hui Chatharnaig
Gwendyon Casgudcath
Belaye de Merida
Eve the Just
Rylla von Grein
Dionegia

The Greenhithe Seamstress
C: Lady Corrina Van Rensealer

First place in the novice category was The Weird Sisters, followed close behind by The Greenhithe Seamstress. There was a 16-point difference in their scores.

First place in the advance early period category was Vest Yorvik.

First place in the advance late period category was Skräddare och Skomakare till Vilhelm, also known as the Bog Man group.

The People’s Choice award went to Vest Yorvik (this was the competitors choice).

The Baroness’ Choice award went to The Greenhithe Seamstress.

Congratulations to all the winners.

A Mongolian, a Norse and two Franks go into a bar...* (Berus’ Bar and Barroom Brawl, 2004)

By Khadaajin Bayar

Greetings unto the people of the tents and of the stone houses.  This humble trader bows before the audience and asks for mercy upon this story.

So it happens that this winter has been harsh and bitter for the people of my land.  Cattle have died in the snow banks and the rivers have frozen.  Food is hard to come by.  Eagles come down from the mountains and take what little is left.  My family’s reserves ran low and so they bade me ride to the west to trade for food.

I took my best horse, the snowy one, and my sturdiest yak, and went off early in the morning.  After a ride into unknown lands not yet under the rule of the Khan, I stopped at a traveler’s inn, owned by a man called Berus.

It seems winter had been equally hard for these people, for plenty of them had sought refuge at the inn, and were quite busy engaging in trade and merriment.  The inn was packed, so I searched for a seat at a table, to catch my breath and regain strength before trading.  I was joined by other gentle persons: a man of the far North called Eirik, and a couple of gallant Franks, decked in splendid clothes, called Berend and Mahault.  We made our introductions and were soon fast in friendly conversation.  While I went around the inn, they engaged other friends in conversation and games with square bits of dark bone that they call “dice”, much like our knucklebones.

All through the day, merchants arrived at the inn and displayed their wares, and several illustrious ladies set out their wares, being offered in aid of their Kingdom’s coffers.  I was amazed at the display of generosity that these ladies and the guests showed, for by the end of day, nine thousand offers were made for these goods!**   I myself offered some silver and received a group of finely spun yarns and a set of spindle, needle and case made by a local artisan.  These gifts will surely become a family treasure, for their workmanship is great.

Business was very brisk that day, for all kinds of wares had been brought from all corners of this land.  Such was the enticement, that I walked among the merchants to and fro, until hunger got the best of me, and I noticed a group of ladies from the lands of the cliffs, offering tasty fares not known in the land of the tents.  These ladies, Sof’ia, Naja and Jean-Margaret, were such great cooks that, without doubt, they must be married, for I was tempted to pass the word on to the men of my clan to come and steal them.

During my trade with these foreigners, I noticed a gang of ruffians had collected in the back room and had started scuffling amongst themselves.  Other gentles soon joined this brawl, which grew to alarming proportions.  On occasions, bands of gentles decked in finery and capes fought with very slender swords, with such flowery movements that reminded me of Chinese sword dances.  Other times, groups of heavily clad men sparred and fought with axes, daggers, swords and shields, with much bravery and boasting.  This I must report to my peoples, for it is good to know these things if we come to conquer these lands in the future.

At times, the air inside the main room got so heavy and noisy, that I sought calm in the halls outside.  I found groups of gentles gathered around musicians, who sung of their land and their princes.  Sweet music did they make, and so was it, that Her Majesty, Lady Susanna, appeared and bade them to sing some more.  They sang rousing songs of battle and honour, of courtly love and land, and my heart yearned for my steppes. 

I decided to start loading my yak with the goods I obtained this day. I must make my way back home to retell the things I have seen and heard to my people, happily in front of the fire, with a cup of mare’s milk, in the comfort of my ger.  Much would I have to tell, and many the questions I would have to answer, about this people with great hearts, the inn-keeper Berus, the fighters, traders, royalty and musicians, to satisfy the curiosity of my clan.

*Whoever provides the funniest ending to this phrase, will be awarded a “Green Bison” token of esteem (and its not fermented milk!)

**Raffle held by the Daughters of the North in aid of the Kingdom travel fund. Of 10, 000 tickets brought, 9, 000 were sold by the end of the evening.

Kingdom A&S (November 20, 2004)

By THLaird Colyne Stewart

We almost didn’t go.

We had contemplated taking the weekend off from SCA pursuits, perhaps do some Christmas shopping, and perhaps do a bit more role-playing. We then realized however that if we did not go, then Mahault would win.

Our friend Lady Mahault van der Eych was entering her first A&S Pent Competition, in which participants must enter five items from different A&S categories. Mahault had been working long and hard on her entries and we knew we had to go to support her. This is after all the A&S equivalent of Crown Tourney.

So Saturday morning we hopped in the car with just garb and some cups, which was a nice change from the huge amount of gear we usually drag out to events. The drive to the event site was shorter than expected, though the rainy day made it seem longer.

When we arrived around 11:30 we found a vast array of Arts and Sciences displays set up. There was an armoured combat tourney, but I do not know who won, as I was caught up in the A&S end of things for once. Three fencers in attendance also fought a Royal Round.

I wandered through the displays, taking pictures. Other than Mahault’s entries, those that stood out to me were: THL Tynne Duair ap Beul’s illumination (including his video documentary), Baroness Gaerwen of Trafford’s dying display, Syr Edward the Red’s shoes, and Baron Corwyn and Baroness Domhnail Galbraith’s horns. There were many other wonderful entries, ranging from food to clothing, but simply too many for me to remember them all.

While I wandered the hall I got the opportunity to talk with many friends, some of whom I do not get to see often enough. I also got to see Lord Tosh authorize in sword and shield, which was an inspirational moment for all those watching. So much so, that Their Majesties Malik and Genevieve, inspired by his will and determination in over-coming an uncooperative leg in order to fight, gifted him with an axe.

Finally the time for the Pent judging arrived. Most pieces had already been judged individually, but the time had come for the pent entries to be judged as a whole. I helped schlep Mahault’s entries to the conservatory, carrying a dressmaker’s dummy wearing Lord Berend’s clothes, my one hand in a compromising position. I took a quick glance about the room at the other Pent displays, and then retreated from the ensuing A&S frenzy. I knew the competition would be fierce. There were ten entrants (one of whom—Lady Wencenedl inigena Jagomus of Rokesburg—had entered two displays) and there had been amazing evidence of the skill and talent of our artisans.

Going back out to the common area I once again talked with friends.

During the day both my Lady Thorfinna and Cenedl had finalized details with Baroness Adrielle Kerrec to become her first students. When Cenedl emerged from judging they quickly gathered and I snapped some pictures to mark the occasion.

Court then began, and they jumped quickly to the heart of the matter, announcing the winner of Pent. It was Mahault! Her entries had been a complete 14th C. Men's outfit, a 14th C. Silver Brooch (Museum of London), a Mid-Winter's Feast (all the dishes), a page from the Prayer Book of Mary Stuart and a bottle of the mead that she had made for her handfasting at Pennsic in 2002. Last year’s winner, THL Asa Gormsdottir, presented her with her regalia as the new Arts and Sciences Champion of Ealdormere, which included the silver Bowl of Brenaidh.

As court proceeded, many other worthy gentles were recognized for their contributions to the kingdom. As usual I cannot recall them all, but I do remember:

Sarafina of Ely received her Award of Arms.

Alexander Gladstone, one of Ealdormere’s two prominent photographers, received his Award of Arms.

THL Arnora Dunestan was inducted into the Order of the Wain.

Viscountess Moria the Black was inducted into the Order of the Crucible.

Also, Garraed Galbraith, Olagh, officially stepped down as Kingdom Minister of arts and Sciences, while Their Majesties invested Lord Magnus Kjrr with said office.

We could not stay for feast, so when court was over and we had finally finished our good-byes, we made our slow way home through dense fog, both Thorfinna and I already thinking about what we could possibly enter at next year’s A&S.

Ealdormere’s Eastern Border Secure (Feast of the Hare and Border Spat, Nov 13, 2004)

By THLaird Colyne Stewart

Thorfinna never got her sausage.

On our way to Feast of the Hare, in the Barony of Skraeling Althing, we had stopped at a McDonald’s to pick up some breakfast to go. Thorfinna ordered the big breakfast, which came with eggs (which she doesn’t really like), an English muffin, one hash brown and a sausage patty. When we got back in the truck, she ate the hash brown and gave the muffin to Syr Evander who was driving. When she opened her breakfast container to feast on her sausage she discovered that the store employee had failed to give her one. She managed to swallow one egg, but gave the other to me.

Then we missed our turn and ended up in Ottawa itself, now trying to find our way to the event site by the back route. Thorfinna and I had just read a Dragonspire story that was remarkably similar, which made this hour long detour slightly amusing instead of annoying.

When we arrived at the event site after our four hour drive we found that morning court was just concluding. I’m not sure of what all went down, but I did hear that Dame Sarra Elisabeth Graeham of Birnham had been put on Vigil for the Order of the Pelican.

Since court had either gone long or started later than originally planned, the first armoured tournament had not yet started. So we dragged in our gear and armoured up. The event was a bit of a MacLachlan family reunion for me, as all my squire-brothers but one were in attendance (with their significant others), as was Syr Evander’s former squire-brother, Baron Conrad Connor MacAllyn from the East Kingdom.

Just as the first tournament was about to begin, Their Majesties resumed Their court so they could induct Syr Evander into the noble Order of the Wain for all his service to the kingdom.

In the first tournament we were each given five pewter horses. The object was to win as many horses as possible by hitting your opponent in the head. If you hit them three times on other parts of the body you would win the fight, but not a horse. My squire-brothers did well, coming out even if not a little ahead, while Evander walked away as the over all winner. Me? Well, I never liked riding anyway.

The fighters then moved outside so the fencers could enjoy some warmth. With breath pluming out of our grills we lined up for a Royal Tournament. It was a speed tournament, where the combatants are placed in a line. The line is folded and you fight the person across from you. If you win you go to line A. If you loose, you go to line B. Both lines are then folded and you continue in this matter until you take your second loss, at which time you are out of the tournament. I was out after three fights. Sir Siegfried Brandbeorn was the winner of this tournament.

While we were fighting the fencers of Ealdormere and the East faced off in their annual Border Spat. As I was outside I cannot comment too much on the fencing, though one fencer later told me it had been a very good day in the fencing lists.

Pick-ups then ensued. In the end there were only MacLachlans left on the field as Tiberius and Conrad battled while Evander put me through some lessons. Once, when we were both down to one arm we came at each other and formed a human X. He got me hard across the buttocks while I labeled him flat across his back. Ouch!

Finally stripping our armour we lugged it out to the truck to make way for afternoon court. Unfortunately the acoustics in the hall prevented me from hearing most of what went on, so I can only report on a bit of it. I know that Lord Baldric Leeman of Newcastle Emlyn retired as Champion of Skraeling Althing, but was not allowed to leave the dais until Their Majesties had later given him an Award of the Maiden’s Heart. Lord Geffroi de Montreuil was then named as his successor as Champion. The Chalice of Skraeling Althing was given to Lord Ansfrid van de Muelne.

The autocrats announced the results of the Border Spat. Points had been earned for Ealdormere and the East from the day’s fencing, fighting and A&S activities. This year Ealdormere had earned the most points, so our border was once again secure.

The chairs were then quickly swept away and out came the feast tables. Though Conrad had to leave the rest of the MacLachlans sat together to eat, and it was an excellent feast. Unfortunately most of our dishes reached us a little cool, but the quality and quantity of food was amazing. I doubt anyone went home hungry from Hare. A feast indeed!

During feast we were graced with many fine entertainers including a woman who danced with a lit candelabra on her head, a sword dancer and Ivan the fire-breather! The crowd clapped and made riotious noise as Ivan would ignite flames on his arms and bald head, or placing burning torches in his mouth where he consumed the flames. When feast was over he went outside and performed many acts of fire-breathing for a very appreciative audience. As the flames erupted from his mouth the night was lit as if by the sun.

Ealdormere Crown Tournament XIV (October 23, 2004)

By THLaird Colyne Stewart

It was a bright autumn day. Orange leaves dropped silently from drooping tree limbs to become a part of the vast mosaic over the grass. Lord and ladies from across the land walked through the crisp October air, their breath puffing slightly before them, leaves crunching under their feet. Amongst these lords and ladies walked the King and Queen, who were to hold a tournament that day. For Malik and Genevieve desired heirs to help protect the northern lands.

The assembled members of the populace gathered and sat in attendance upon Their Majesties as those who were to compete were presented before Them. The names proclaimed by the heralds were:

Hlafdige Aelfwyn et Langenwuda who fought for Baron James the Mercer

TH Lady Arwyn of Leicester who fought for Master Cerdic O’Cuileamhain

Lord Ceycil des Manches Argents who fought for Contessa Tangwsytl d'Courci

Laird Colyne Stewart who fought for Lady Thorfinna gra’feldr

Tighern Corrig 'Mor who fought for Banfili Emer Nic Aidan

Syr Edouard Beausoleil who fought for Contesse Genevieve de Rosse

Tiarna Eoin ua Beirne who fought for Al-Shariifa Zahra bint al-Nahr al-Ishbiiliyah

Sir Evander MacLachlan who fought for TH Lady Melusine De La Rose

Lord Geoffroi de Montreuil who fought for Lady Dubhease ingen Lavidheach

Lord Grimmroth Skullhammer who fought for Viscountess Moria the Black

Lord Gyric of Otershaghe who fought for Lady Joia de Noel

TH Lord Kasimir of Stargard who fought for Lady Tryphena von Stargard

TH Lady Kaylah the Cheerful who fought for Master Trumbrand the Wanderer

Lord Lothar the Gregarious who fought for Lady Katerina of Renfrewshire

Sir Nigel MacFarlane who fought for Baroness Adrielle Kerrec

Baron Phaidrig McNeil who fought for Mistress Etaoin O'Fearghail

TH Lord Phelan Gann who fought for Lady Maiwen Scarbrow

Count Sarnac Ba’adur who fought for Countess Joleicia of Litchfield

Master Trumbrand the Wanderer who fought for TH Lady Kaylah the Cheerful

TH Lord Tynne Duair Ap Beul who fought for Mistress Tabitha Dearval

Lord Wat of Sarum who fought for Lady Oksana z Moravy

Master Worgan MacGregor who fought for Baroness Anne Talstadt

Lord Yvon DuBois who fought for Lady Robyn O'Connor

Two lists were run simultaneously, and the worthy combatants fought for the glory of their consorts and to honour themselves and their kingdom. The battles were often long and hard, with four fighters to eventually be names the semi-finalists. These were TH Lord Kasimir of Stargard, Lord Ceycil des Manches Argents, Syr Edouard Beausoleil and Count Sarnac Ba’adur.

First, the Vendel Kasmir faced the lord from the Manches Argents. As Ceycil had not yet lost a
bout, and Kasmir had, the Vendel had to defeat Ceycil in two consecutive best-of-three bouts.
Their battle was long, as Ceycil tried to bait Kasmir by stomping, posing, and quipping. However,
these tactics did not work, and Kasmir was unflustered. With slow precision he whittled Ceycil
down, beating him two bouts straight to take the first round. He then beat Ceycil again, and then
took his first loss. It now came down to one fight. Whoever threw the one last good shot would
go to the finals. Again Ceycil tried to distract his opponent, and again it did not work. As Ceycil
hit the floor the hall exploded with cheers for the exhausted Vendel.

Kasmir then advanced to the finals, to face Sir Edouard, who had beaten Sir Sarnac—Kasmir’s knight—to advance. Edouard bested Kasmir in two best-of-three rounds to place the Crown of the Princess of Ealdormere upon the brow of Genevieve de Rosse. A happy Queen pronounced that it was a joyous day, as she had given birth to heirs. To mark the occasion, she decided to name her daughter after herself!

Coronation of Malik and Genevieve (Sep 18, 2004)

By THLaird Colyne Stewart

Thorfinna and I drove up to Ashford-on-Avon with Sir Evander MacLachlan, and arrived early. Duchess Eanor of Amberhall (visiting fromt he Middle Kingdom) had a table and asked us to sit with her, which we gladly did. Eander and I dumped our armour in the fighting area and found out that for the day's tournament you had to be sponsored by a Lady of the Rose or a Viscountess. Eanor said she would be my sponsor, so I was set, but with only five Ladies present, and 32 fighters signing up, they dumped that qualifier for the tourney.

In morning court I was Viking #6. When Berus and Marion stepped down, it was to assist Harold Hardrada in Norway. Thirteen brave souls were called and the King, Queen, their Champions and eight others went with them. Malik, who had been the first to say he would go, was entreated to instead stay and claim the thrones of Ealdormere. Which of course he did!

For me the highlights of the two courts held that day was seeing Oxana getting her AoA, and seeing Berus and Marion made a Duke and Duchess.

Ah, then the fighting...

In the first round I drew Kasimir. I was so worried about his slot shot that I left my head open. I never even threw a shot.

In the second round I drew Baron Konrad. At least he had to work to get me, but I still can't figure him out. Someday!!

So just like that I was out of the tournament. Eanor was very gracious when I returned her token and said that I had brought her much honour. She also gave me a token to keep. It was very nice. (Especially since I didn't feel that I *had* brought her honour.)

I then fought pick ups with Wat and with Wulfgang and did much better. I think I have a mental block fighting when it counts. When I know I'm being watched or when I really want to win (like my White Bear Fian fights) I seem to fight poorly. I'm going to have to work on that.

Hung out for the rest of the afternoon with various friends. Totally forgot about the seneschal's meeting so didn't go.

Saw Wat become Cennedi's man-of-arms. Happy for him, but my plans of making him a MacLachlan are dashed! Curses! Foiled again!

Went out to dinner which was terrible. The Galbraiths were going out to eat at Crabby Joe's, the same restuarant that Thorfinna and I wanted take Evander to. So they graciously expanded their reservartion by ten people (since other people had asked to come with us). When we arrived it took twenty minutes to get menus, another twenty to place our orders, and at least twenty to get our bills at the end. Many people were not happy with their food. My gravy smelled like puke, portions for some people were small, etc. I mean, Berus didn't finish his steak!! That's unheard of. At least four people got sick from the food.

When I paid my bill, the clerk asked me how everything was. I said it could have been better. He pretended not to have heard me.

A bad end to what otherwise has been an excellent day.

Tournament at Baron's Howe (Sep 3 – 6, 2004)

By THLaird Colyne Stewart

From William Scrymgeour's private journals, a servant in the employ of Laird Colyne Stewart and Lady Thorfinna gra'feldr:

My lord and lady had informed me that they would be attending the Tournament at Baron's Howe, in the Canton of Flaming Sky far to the north of their demesne. As per usual it was up to me to organize the household for the trip. We were to travel with the Van der Eychs, and so I contacted their chamberlain--a M. Chocolat--and we discussed departure times and routes, finally settling on Friday morning before 8 am.
In the early morning the wagons of the two houses began to rumble up the king's highways, stopping occassionally when one of the lords or ladies wished to stop to peruse a shop. Like a good servant I bit my tongue as these stops pushed us farther and farther behind schedule.

When we arrived, I set up milord and lady's pavilion at the top of the rise where wagons first drive up to the lip of the bowl, and just to the right of a cairn of stones. The Canton of Petrea Thule had been accomodating enough to let milord and lady squat on their earth.  M. Chocolat set up the Van der Eych's pavilion--colloquely called the Squire Lounge--next door right by the cairn. The lord and lady Van der Eych then treated us all to a meal in the local town. That night my lord and lady had a quiet night and retired early as it began to rain. A storm had been approaching for hours, and at times it looked like a war in heaven, with great explosions of light coming from behind the clouds.

The next morning milord informed me that although he usually found nights at Bonfield cold, this year the Van der Eychs had given them a Viking slat bed. With it keeping himself and his lady off the ground, and a great gray plaid duvet cover, they had both been toasty warm. I smiled and pretended I was pleased for them. I, of course, had slept on the earth with a sparse blanket for cover.

Milord and lady then worked at the gate for a couple of hours. As they were preapring to go and armf or the days tournaments, milady Thorfinna fell and twisted her ankle and scraped up her knee. Wounded, she was not able to participate inthe tournaments all weekend long. Milord Colyne almost did not fight either. He felt in a around-about way guilty for her injury, but she urged him to go and fight. In the end he did so.
The first tournament was a team battle in the wounds, where fighters attempt to capture and ransom each other off. I was still trying to balance the household's books from debts incurrede at this tournament fromt he year before, but milord ensured me he would do better this year. Milord ended up on Sir Mordain's team, along with Sir Cennedi, Iohannis, Grimroth, Berend and Rouad from Calontir. And indeed milord did do better this year. In fact I do have to admit that his team did well, even managing to capture all of Sir Finnvarr's team at once.
After the tournament the fighters moved to the local fort. The king-at-arms had all members of the populace of Skraeling Althing (and those who recently lived in Skrael, such as Sir Cennedi) inside defending, and everyone else attacking. The fighters seemed to enjoy the exercise, and milord once  managed to almost knock the gate down by himself (though this was unobserved by pretty much everyone except Iohannis, who was inside and was the one who kept it to 'almost' opening).

Whent he fighting was done, many of the weary combatants retired to the Squire Lounge. Later, milord and lady were invited to the De Taahe manor for a meal cooked by lord and lady Van der Eych themselves. Milord Colyne said it was "yummy." I ate with the other servants, so what do I know. Then they all went back out to the Lounge where they sat and dranka way the night.

On Sunday milord fought in Mordain's Rings. He ended up in an alliance with his squire-brother Lord Tiberius of Warwickshire, THL Dafydd ap Sion and Lord Dak. They did well, and so teamed up again in the second round. During this round milord was scolded by a fighter for not engaging him before striking. Milord thought they were, the kngiht thought they weren't. This got milord's back up, so he did not fight inthe pas d'armes. After the pas he and the knight talked and seemed to settle the matter. Later, Lord Eirik Andersen's ethereal illuminations proved that the knight had been correct, and milord was wrong. A missive was sent and all was well between them.

Milord and lady then went into town with Lord Eirik and ate fare they found to be sub-pare.When the returned, they went to the Thule fire and drank very sweet polish mead with Tiberius, until Mistress Ragni Dzintara of Amberhall called Thorfinna down to a central bonfire to sing. They speant the rest of the night at this fire sitting with several members of House de Taahe, Raoud and a fighter named Mog (who had authorized that weekend against milord Colyne).

I arose Monday morning to find that milord and lady's pavilion had been blown onto a weird angle by high winds. We woke milord and milady and then took the tent down. The Squire Lounge and several other tents followed, and then our wagons began to lumber for home.

I was regaled all the way home by milord's war stories, which I pretended not to have heard a million times before.

EWP VI: From the Files of the Skirmisher (July 1 – 4, 2004)

By THLaird Colyne Stewart

Galbraiths Turn Twelve

After clearing the grass of errant clumps of knightly hair, the Galbraiths again opened their encampment for their traditional EWP party. This year's tokens were resin cast discs emblazoned with a griffon. As the flames leapt and the mead flowed, many took a turn at the infamous Galbraith toss. This year entitled 'Pitch the Persian', the object of the toss looked remarkably like a certain newly recognized Pelican within our kingdom. The winner of the men's toss was Osgard, a visitor from foreign lands (with a throw over 29 feet), whilst Baroness Adrielle Kerrec won the women's toss (with a throw over 15 feet).

Around the fire, Master Hector of the Black Height called for his family (and others interested) to witness as he took a new protégée: Lord Gunnar Halfdan of Lund, he of the bag full of chocolate.

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Inclement Weather Cancels Some Activities

Many had been looking forward to the EWP Flea Market and Pillage on Sunday. However smatterings of rain, thunder, and the promise of an approaching thunderstorm sent many on their way home early that morning. Hopefully the market and pillage will occur at EWP next year.

As well, the Baronial Champions Rapier tourney was cancelled.

Due to rain before the event, the hay on the parking, thrown weapons and archery fields had been cut but not turned or collected. This caused thrown weapons to be moved down to the backyard of the property owner's home, necessitated people parking along the side of the road, and caused delays in the archery. Ardchreag wishes to thank everyone for their understanding and good humour in dealing with these abnormalities this year.

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Let Loose the Dogs of War Practice!

On Saturday morning, Lady Alana Greywood, Baronial Hound Mistress of Ben Dunfirth, set up a hound coursing track on the list field. Many good gentles gathered to watch as various Ealdormerean dogs ran the course. Their Majesties, sitting under the Royal shade, whilst speaking with the Orders of the Pelican and Laurel, were situated so as to be able to watch the fun.

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The Arts of Peace and War

This year saw many classes being taught at EWP. For those with a martial leaning, beginners classes in thrown weapons, fighting, fencing and archery were offered. As well, many, many classes were offered throughout the weekend in the A&S tent. Perhaps the most popular was the Onion Skin Dying class held by Her Excellency, Gaerwen of Trafford, on Thursday. Even the rain could not drive away the large crowd gathered to watch and participate as cloth was dyed in various colours and hung upon ropes to 'dry' (it was raining, after all).

Classes were also held in bow making, Celtic clothing, tablet weaving, sprang and on many other subjects. The organizers of the event wish to thank all of those who took time out of their busy schedules to teach.

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EWP VI Court Report

Septentrian Baronial Court
Lady Jean-Margaret Donnerfaust, Award of the Golden Bear
The Royal Citie of Eoforwic, pledged the City Guard and Night Watch to fight with Their Excellencies at Pennsic
Lady Thorfinna gra'feldr stepped down as Baronial Bard
Lord Gunnarr skald Thorvaldsson was appointed the new Baronial Bard
Lord Wat of Sarum and Thorfinna, autocrats of the event, were given gifts of thanks (by Their Majesties as well)

Ealdormerean Royal Court
THLord Richard Larmer, Award of the Orion
Lady Thorfinna gra'feldr, Award of the Orion
Rose of Greenwood, Award of Arms
Baroness Adrielle Kerrec, put on vigil for the Order of the Laurel
Sir Evander MacLachlan and Sir Siegfried Brandbeorn hand in their Sheerin' funds

(Apologies for any omissions or errors.)

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What Happened to the Skirmisher?

This was a common refrain throughout the event. Originally, an issue of the Skirmisher was supposed to be available at the gate, with a new issue Saturday and Sunday morning. The Saturday and Sunday editions never materialized, for the following reasons. On Thursday and Friday, nothing really happened except for the A&S classes. This in itself was not enough to warrant printing a second issue. The Sunday edition was not printed due to a lack of time to get the issue together. (Last year, the Skirmisher was put together by the person running gate, during lulls in arrivals.) Hopefully the Skirmisher will continue next year, but if it does, it will likely need a dedicated event position, held by someone with no other duties for the event. Only time will tell.

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All the Amenities of Home

It's early in the morning. You've just woken up and you're tired and dirty. Stepping out of your tent you see the horned mug flag proudly flapping in the breeze. Grabbing your tankard you run over to the Teach Cairdeas coffee house for some fresh ground brew, and maybe a muffin. Hunger and thirst satisfied, its only a short walk over to the Saxon Showers for a shower, as hot or as cold as you like it.

Luxery.

Continuing its mission of the summer, House Teach Cairdeas rose early every morning to brew several pots of hot fresh coffee for camping SCAnadians. The charge? A donation to help cover costs was appreciated, but not necessary.

Likewise, the Mad Saxon, THLord Garwig, only asked a donation to use the Saxon Showers. All donations went to cover costs, with any excess being donated to the Chirurgeonate.

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HRH a Straight Shooter

Of the many authorizations at EWP, the most notable was that of Her Lupine Highness, Genevieve. Armed with a crossbow, she took to the field and suitably impressed the marshals with her skill. This will allow her to take the field at Pennsic this summer, and rain arrows down upon the heads of our foes.

Wassail to Her Highness!

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Prince to be Knighted

During a lull in the fighting on Saturday, Their Majesties and Their Highnesses processed onto the field. They had come to award an axe to Lord Benedict for his skill upon the field. When they turned to leave, Sir Sarnac Ba'adur and Sir Hasdrubal begged them to wait. Addressing His Majesty, they said that the Order of Chivalry was lacking and that this error had to be rectified. The king called the Order to him, and a boon was begged.

The boon was to place Prince Malik, upon vigil for elevation into the Order of Chivalry.

This announcement was met with much cheering, and the clashing of sword upon shield. The elevation, it was announced, would occur at Pennsic War.

His Highness then held the field for an hour, before being led away to bath and begin his vigil.

Wassail to His Highness!

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Fight by Torchlight

On Friday night, His Majesty, Berus II, hosted a torchlight tournament. Over twenty fighters armoured up to compete. It was a standard double elimination tournament, with the King's line and the Baron's line. Those who won their first battle moved to the King's line, whilst the vanquished moved to the Baron's line. Anyone loosing a battle whilst on the Baron's line was knocked out of the tournament. In the end, Sir Edward the Red was the last standing in the King's line, and Sir Evander MacLachlan was the last in the Baron's line. In a pitched final, Sir Ed emerged victorious. Sir Ed was presented with a spear by His Majesty.

There then followed several five-man melees between the 'red' team and the 'not-red' team. (Teams determined by colours on tabards.)

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It's a Three-peat at Mead Competition!

The Third Annual Lord Ulrich von der See Memorial Ealdormerean Brewing Competition was held across from the Ardchreag encampment after court on July 3. This year the number of categories had been extended to three, being: mead, cordials and spirits and beer. Over thirty bottles were entered in the competition. Competitors and spectators sat in the shade and sipped from each bottle, while plates of cheese and crackers were circulated to cleanse the palate. Once all the bottles had been sampled, winners were chosen based on flavour, appearance, scent and other factors.

This year's winners were:

For cordials and spirits: Lady Mahault van der Eych.

For beer: THLord Justinian Clarus.

For mead: three time champion, Lord Berend van der Eych.

A special award was presented to Lady Marion Golightly for "best overall effect". Prizes were donated by the Canton of Ardchreag.

This competition is held every year at Ealdormere War Practice to honour the memory of Lord Ulrich von der See, a member of the Cantons of Ardchreag and Greenhithe. Ulrich passed away due to medicinal complications a few weeks before EWP in 2001. He was well known for (amongst other things) his passion for brewing.

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Swordbreaker Breaks Sword

Many good gentles authorized in various forms upon the list field during EWP this year. One however, stands out as unique. Stephen Scrymgeour, from the Canton of Ardchreag, and brother to Laird Colyne Stewart, took to the lists for his first authorization. He was armed with a sword made from rattan that had been gifted to him by a certain Excellency. Unbeknownst to all, that rattan was slightly older than it appeared. When the call came to lay on, Stephen swung his sword with such verve that it snapped clean in half upon his opponent's shield.

"When the call to hold came I thought I had failed after one blow," said a chagrined Stephen.

Luckily, Herr Wulfgang Donnerfaust was standing close by and gave Stephen a sturdier sword for the rest of his authorization. From there things went smoothly, and when it was announced that he had passed, he was hailed as 'Stephen Swordbreaker'.

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Knight Shearin' Raises Over $2000 for Kingdom

As the sun began to set after court on Saturday night, many good gentles gathered in the Galbraith encampment to witness the shaving of two members of Ealdormere's Order of Chivalry.

Back at the Coronation of Berus II and Marian II, Sir Evander MacLachlan had challenged Sir Siegfried Brandbeorn to a contest. If Evander could raise $500 for to be split between Kingdom Scribal and Ealdormere Commissariat, then Siegfried would have his long locks shorn. Siegfried agreed, but with two conditions. First, the amount must be raised to $1000. Second, if he could raise $1000 himself, to be split between Kingdom Chirurgeonate and Regalia, then Evander would be shaved from the waist up (sparing only his eyebrows). Evander agreed.

In court at EWP, Evander proudly proclaimed that he had raised his $1000, but Siegfried, holding a small, rattling tin, sadly informed everyone present that he had been lax in his collecting and did not have the necessary funds. Sir Mordain Blackcloak then came forward with his credit card, and Master Hector of the Black Height put money in the tin. However, Siegfried was still short of his $100 goal. Not wanting to see one of his knights fail in a quest, His Majesty donated the remainder of the needed funds.

An hour later, Siegfried was sitting on a chair in the Galbraith encampment, his hair braided and ready to be cut. Tickets were being sold to see who would get to shave each knight. (This raised over $50 for the Royal Travel Fund.) The first lucky contestants cut off Siegfried's four braids (which were placed in a sealed bag to be donated to the Cancer Society to make wigs for children with cancer). His hair was then shorn down to stubble with a razor.

A much balder Siegfried then gave up his seat of honour to Evander who's hair was cut off completely. His back and chest were likewise shaved, even his armpits were not safe. (Nor were his squires, Lord Tiberius of Warwick and Laird Colyne Stewart, who were 'volunteered' into shaving them.)

Both knights then posed for photographs and let people rub their scalps.

Truly this kingdom is blessed to have such self sacrificing people such as these two knights.

A Bear Fighting with Hares: A Septentrian on Skraeling Althing's Melee Team (Murder Melee, June 19, 2004)

By THLaird Colyne Stewart

Team Roster: Barony of Skraeling Althing (the Rabid Bunnies) 

Team Captain: Lord Baldric Leeman of Newcastle Emlyn, Champion of Skraeling Althing 

Baron Sir Menken Brechen 

Sir Evander MacLachlan 

Sir Siegfried Brandbeorn 

Count Kildare Silverwolf Thorkillson

Master Tarkatai Bahadur

Lord Wat of Sarum 

Laird Colyne Stewart 

Lord Varenko 

Lord Leod 

Accursius the Bane

Lord Etienne du Naval 

I never thought I'd see the day, I really didn't. But there I was at Melee, wearing a Skraeling Althing favour on my belt. Not that I have anything against Skrael (I have a lot of friends who dwell within our northern-most barony) but I am a staunch Septentrian.

How then, you may ask, did I end up fighting for another barony? Well, the short answer is the winds of war. The more detailed answer is that being a squire, you go where your knight goes. Skraeling Althing, knowing it was going to be short on fighters this year, had asked my knight for assistance months before the event. And so there we were. (In fact, most of Skrael's team this year consisted of imports. It was liking playing on an Italian World Cup hockey team.)

Even though this team had been generally thrown together at the last minute, and that some of us had never fought with each other before, we did very well. Over all we emerged with a 5 - 4 record, with losses to the Hrogn, Ramshaven, a Rozakii team and a Marines team. We had victories over a second Rozakii team, a second Marines team, Septentria, Ben Dunfirth and the Blackswords. The win over the Blackswords was completely unexpected, and was the highlight of our day. (The Blackswords were on their game.)

This year you could only have two Peers made so by their own strength of arms on the field for your team at the same time. This meant that Siegfried, Evander, Menken and Kildare had to keep switching up who was fighting when. Bladric was very good at setting up the line and laying out tactics. Hey, they worked more than half the time, right?

The one I didn't expect to work was against the Blackswords. The Blackswords have a lot of big, tall lads in their shieldwall, complete with wardoors I could use as a bed. Well, Baldric wanted our shields (which included five-and-a-half-foot tall me) to go right through them. I had flashbacks of our battle against Septentria, in which Baron Corwyn and Lord Rhisiart (both over six feet tall) had smashed into me with their wardoors, picking me up off the ground, and laying me out flat on my back. Corwyn then—of course—tripped and fell right on top of me. Imagine being at the base of a redwood as it topples on top of you. So when we were told to rush at the Blacksword wall I thought we were doomed. When we hit I was indeed thrown back, but I managed to keep my back foot grounded, and I pushed back forward and was able to slip between their shields. I don't remember now, in the swirl of battle, what exactly followed, but we ended up with myself, Kildare and Varenko legged, and someone with a great weapon behind us. The Blackswords were down to Lord Lothar and a two-sticker. Our great weapon managed to tag Lothar, and then he fell prey to the two-sticker, so now it was up to us legged fighters to win the day. I'm sure it was a comical sight to see three guys trying to run down a two-sticker on their knees, but eventually we did, and Kildare took him down.

I'm not sure which team Lord Grimroth Skullhammer was fighting for, but I believe it was one of the Marine teams. At the end of our battle with them, he was the only man left alive on their side, legged at one end of the field. Our fighters offered him single combat, and he managed to take out two before falling to Baldric.

I fought in one battle with Septentria was well, along with Evander. It was against the Hrogn and I was dropped right away by Master Worgan's madhu. I wasn't much help to them, I'm afraid. I was hoping to be able to fight with my own baron and baroness more, but they had a plethora of fighters arrive to assist them.

Over all I did pretty good. I got one confirmed kill, helped out on several more, and (in my opinion) should have had at least a second. I also lived through most of our victories. So I did well, though not fantastic.

At the end four teams had tied records, so the Blackswords, one of the Marines, one of the Rozakii and the Hrogn, had to face off in a round robin final. In the end it was the Rozakii who emerged victorious.

After the finals, there was some pick up fighting. At first I did a four man bear pit with Varkeno, Sir Katsu and a fighter I did not know. We fought until two of us had to go for water, whilst the other two had suffered weapon malfunctions. After that I took a nap under my shield, then went out and fought for a while with Siegfried. I did ok, though the good baron still handed me my ass (as the saying goes). After that I joined a second bear pit. This one ended up being done as teams of two, and since we had an odd number of fighters in the line, the teams kept changing. I did decent in the pit, except for one embarrassing moment when I was facing a great sword. I tried to run up the sword, but as I did so he J-shot me and I slipped on some grass and fell on my face. To an onlooker it probably looked like I ran right past him and threw myself on the ground.

Humility's a virtue, right?

At the end of the day I was sore (and that was nothing compared to how I would feel Sunday!), bruised, hungry, sunburned, exhausted and smiling from ear to ear.

Battles at the Bath (Pikeman's Pleasure, June 5, 2004)

By THLaird Colyne Stewart

The pennons flutter overhead in the breeze that blows off the waters at Cynred's Bath. The good baron was not in attendance at the annual tournaments held that day by the watercourse that has taken his name, but many of the warriors present laugh as they relate tales of Cynred and his habit of tumbling into the waves. They sit and stand on an island surrounded by a tributary of a small goose ridden lake, at the base of a short waterfall. Though a breeze does blow, it is not cool, and the sun is warm upon their heads. On the shore of the lake, on a rise above them, spreads a small sea of pavilions and shades, under which lounge lords and ladies of the realm. Around the curve of the body of water, stretch the thrown weapons and archery ranges, already crowded with axe wielders and archers.

Upon the island a fighter stands with a spear. His name is Lord Berend van der Eych, and he is of the house of De Taahe. Under the watchful eyes of several marshals he spars with a second fighter. The marshals gather and converse, and then nod. Berend is now authorized in spear.

Eventually all of the warriors are present, and the tournaments begin. The first is a Warlord Tourney, held on the bridge than connects the island with the mainland. The first two warriors to battle are Her Excellency Ramshaven, Alyce de Sheppey, and the young Scottish squire, Laird Colyne Stewart (called by the list minister 'Alice' and 'Cain' respectively). Her Excellency wins the bout, and becomes the first Warlord of the day. Once all the pairs have fought, these teams of two battle, until all the warriors are divided into two teams. The first, holding the island, are led by Baron Sir Siegfried Brandbeorn.

The second force is holding the mainland.. For the last battle the object is not to slay all those on the opposing side, but to get one fighter off the bridge onto the land claimed by the opposing side. Siegfried deploys his team defensively, with four fighters on the bridge, two held back as reserves, and four on the shoreline with poles and spears. The mainland forces elect to place all their fighters upon the bridge in an effort to storm right through Siegfried's line. This gambit would likely have paid off, if Lord Etienne du Naval, holder of the Sword of the Company of the White Hart, had not been part of that line. Turning his pole arm sideways, the hulking warrior pushes forward against his shieldmen, stopping the other side's charge and even pushing them back. Slowly, inexorably, the mainland’s fighters are slain or forced backwards until Siegfried's forces have claimed the shore.

The next tournament is counted blows, with spears. Sir Nigel MacFarlane eventually emerges as the victor of this long fought tournament.

Following is a counted blows tournament with polearms. As with the spears, the fighting is long and hard. Duke Sir Edouard Beausoliel is the day's polearm champion.

The Baron and Baroness of Septentria, Corwyn and Domhnail Galbraith, call for all to pay head, as Their White Bear Fian are to take the field. Colyne Stewart is to once again face His Excellency Ramshaven, Konrad Matthias Jager von Dubrau, in the lists for admittance to the Fian's ranks. Unlike his first attempt, Colyne fares much better, and it comes down to one blow. The challenge is a best two out of three. Konrad wins the first bout, Colyne the second. In the third, both warriors have been legged and armed (though this chronicler would point out that Konrad had given up his arm as a point of honour). The final blow is struck by Konrad, and the laird is laid out upon the ground. When it is over, it was remarked that Colyne has failed in his attempt, but Konrad loudly proclaims that he has not failed. He indeed would not fail until he stopped trying and came no more upon the lists to challenge himself and the order. The rumour is that Konrad and Colyne may again cross swords upon a Fian list at Ealdormere War Practice.

Two more tournaments are to follow. The first is a counted blow buckler tournament. This is won by Sir Nigel MacFarlane. The second is a bastard sword tourney, with Baron Sir Siegfried Brandbeorn emerging as the champion.

With the battles done, some of the warriors continue to spar, whilst others begin the laborious task of taking off their armour. Perhaps if they hurry they might still have a chance to loose a shaft or two.

Hurry they must, for court is to be held soon. A Royal and a Baronial pavilion are set up on the shore of the lake, and many move their own shades closer so that they might sit in comfort when attending upon the words of Their Majesties and Their Excellencies. The courts are brief, but many good gentles are recognized for their good deeds in various disciplines.

With court completed, those present hurry into the hall, for the feast has been prepared by THL Melusine de la Rose, who is renowned for her culinary skill. Truly, many remark that it was one of the best meals they have ever eaten.

During the meal, the prizes for the day's tournaments are awarded. These are wooden chests, hand crafted by Lord Augustyn of Thule, and are truly breath taking to behold.

Also during the meal, the fate of Misha is to be decided. Misha, a local inhabit of Petrea Thule, has been accused of stealing a horse. People are called forth to defend or condemn poor Misha, and in the end, the words of Lady Mahault van der Eych are found most compelling by Their Majesties. (In truth, by His Majesty, who is not feeling lenient to one who had likely stolen—not just a horse—but a nobleman's horse.) As Misha is led away by a hooded executioner, Mahault is presented with an engraved flask filled with scotch.

As usual at Pikeman's, dancing follows the feast, and laughter carries late into the night.

Crown Tournament XIII, May 15, 2003

By THLaird Colyne Stewart

Ah young one, it is good to see you again. Come, have a seat by the fire. We were just talking about tournaments, about those grand displays of feats of arms, where lords and ladies fight inspired by their consorts love. There are many tournaments held throughout our lands, but the most important of them all is the Crown Tournament, for it is there that gentles from across the kingdom gather to display their courtesy, grace, and skill at arms as our Majesties' Heirs are chosen by the outcome.

There was, as you all must know, a Crown Tournament held this past week. It was in the Shire of Trinovantia Nova that our new Prince and Princess were to be decided. I will name the combatants, and most, if not all, of their names should be familiar to you, for they are all pillars of our kingdom in their fashion:

Lord Grimmroth Skullhammer for Viscountess Moria the Black

Baron Menken Brechen for Baroness Eleanor Cadfan

Baron Phaidrig McNeil for Mistress Etaoin O'fearghail

Baron Sergeant Malik 'abd al-Rahman for Maitresse Baronne Genevieve
Chastellain d'Anjou

THLady Arwyn of Leicester for Master Cerdic O'Cuilleamhain

Sir Evander MacLachlan for THLady Melusine De La Rose

Master Trumbrand the Wanderer for THLady Kaylah the Cheerful

THLady Kaylah the Cheerful for Master Trumbrand the Wanderer

Sir Nigel MacFarlane for Baroness Adrielle Kerrec

THLord Etian au Naval for Lady Valfreya Greenspeare

Tiarna Eoin au Beirne for al-Shariifa Zahra bint al-Nahr al-Ishbiiliya
al-Naariya

THLord Corrig McKail for Lady Emer nic Aidan

Lord Mung Lo for Prydyddes Gwerydd verch Rhys

Lord Tiberius Justus for THLady Anne Tinker

THLord Wilheem Caimbeul for Lady Skallagrim Worgenson

Streonwold Wulfesbana, Hlaford for Lady Seonag Nic Thomais

Lady Seonag Nic Thomais for Streonwold Wulfesbana, Hlaford

Leif of House Hrogn for Lady Morrigan of Temair

Lord Ymir, the thinnest Viking for Lady Rosalind Fitzwilson

The crowd was unfortunately small, perhaps because of the weather, perhaps of the Baron Wars to the south, perhaps because of the close-by Crowning of the new King of the Middle. I know not. Contrary to popular belief, bards do not know everything. Generally we just pretend that we do.

Regardless of the size of the crowd, it was attentive, and the fighters found themselves the centre of rapt attention. The tournament was done as a double elimination tournament, with a number of bye fights which were fought with Baron Konrad Mathias Jaeger von Dubrau, His Excellency Ramshaven. The fighters paired off, the winners staying on the A-list, whilst those defeated moved to the B-list. This continued until only three fighters remained undefeated. These were Baron Malik, Sir Evander and Sir Nigel.

These three then fought a round robin, which was taken by Baron Malik, forcing Evander and Nigel to the B-list. Those fighters on the B-list were then paired again. Any fighter on the B-line who lost left the tournament, until only one remained. And it was thus that Master Trumbrand met Baron Malik in the finals.

The final was to be three best of three rounds. The first round was fought sword and shield, the second with polearm, the weapon of the third is unknown to me, as the third round was not needed. For you see my friends, both combatants fought bravely and well, with skill and chivalry, but the first, and the second round, were both taken by the same man--Baron Malik.

Malik, who had been in the Crown finals twice before, one of those times being Ealdormere's first Crown tourney. Malik, serjant of the Red Company. Malik, baron of the court. Malik, first baron of Rising Waters. [check these facts]

And so Malik was brought before their Majesties Berus II and Marion II and a new princely crown was placed upon his head. And he in turn placed a crown upon the brow of his lady love, Genevieve. Genevieve, Mistress of the Pelican. Genevieve, baroness of the court. Genevieve, first Baroness of Rising Waters.

And so was the Royal line preserved and strengthened. And so does it continue.

The Tailor's Tale (Spring Tune-up, May 1, 2004)

By THLaird Colyne Stewart

Pull up a chair, stranger. Sit down and have a drink. The ale's not too bad here, but I'd avoid the wine if I was you. The Jaunty Troll is not known for its wine, but by St. Crispinus they serve a good ale!

By your looks I'd wager you're a merchant, my friend. Come up to sell us northerners some of your southron wares, are ya? Hah! You may find it hard to sell some of your thin cloth this month, as the ghost of winter is lingering in these parts, I fear.

It's Spring, or so they tell us, but you'd never know it to look out those windows, would you? Cold and damp, its more like November than May. What's more, in some parts round 'bout here, there's been snow!

In fact, on New Year's Day it was awful damp! I'm a tailor by trade, and I thought I'd go to the annual Spring Tune-up, held in the Canton of Caer Draeth, to get some business. See, it was being held on New Year's Day this year, and there was to be a masked ball to celebrate, so I thought I might be able to get a few gentles to part with some coin for a costume or two to go with their masks.

Well, when I set out in the dark dawn it was so foggy that the light from my lantern could barely penetrate it. I was worried I'd loose my way, perhaps fall prey to bandits, but luckily the barony's army kept the roads cleared of brigands, and the fog eventually lifted. However, what I saw when I could see again was not good! For the king's engineers had decided to shut down large stretches of the King's Highway. Now mind you, I ain't criticizing the king, heaven forbid, or his engineers either, it was just an inconvenience as the lines of wagons and wains was awful long.

I decided to go off into the woods, as I do know some short cuts through there from my younger days, of which I will not bore you. It took a while, but eventually I made my way to another great road and soon I was approaching the hall. I could see some brave archers out in the wet, for it was raining again, and the yard about the hall was more water than dirt.

I heard there was supposed to be some horse riding, and some atl atl throwing outside (atl atl being some kind of spear sized arrow, or so my friend Timothy tells me), but all that was shut down by the rain.

Gaining admittance, I set up my booth and did indeed manage to sell a few items of clothing. From time to time I'd pay a young lad to watch the booth so I could wander a bit and stretch my legs. Due to the inclement weather outside, the hall inside had a tendency to be damp, and my poor joints swelled up something fierce.

To pass the time, I enlisted my services with the marshal and helped watch over the knights and squires and lords and ladies at tournament upon the list field. I don't know if the weather had made them surly, but there were a few occasions of raised voices. Now stranger, I'm no gossip, and names wouldn't mean anything to you if I said them, so I'll leave that part there.

I got so caught up in the tourneys, that I forgot about my booth altogether, and by the time I got back to it I found the lad fast asleep. Luckily nothing was missing, and I sent the lad off with a penny and a finger wagging. After locking up my gear in my wagon, I wandered into the feast hall where I volunteered my services. With several other good gentles I served up brimming bowls and laden plates, all over loaded with humus, sausages, chicken, fried tomatoes, beef in a coffin and many other dishes. My compatriots and I were given our own food to eat, and we fell to it at the back of the hall with gusto! A few brave souls stood up to entertain the crowd during the meal, singing jolly songs.

After the meal there was to be a court. Their Majesties Ealdormere processed to the front of the hall, and they asked Their Excellencies Septentria to join them, praising them for the work they had done maintaining the lands they held for the Crown. Their Excellencies Ramshaven were also invited to sit by Their royal side.

Perhaps the most memorable moment during the court, stranger, was when Baroness Ursula na Clan na Rath was called for. Her Excellency was actually in a room overlooking the court. A page went forth to tell Her Excellency that she had been summoned, and all present witnessed the resulting reaction. Namely, her jumping up and throwing her arms around the hall's bar! Deciding that more force than the page was required, Her Majesty Marion II, followed by spear bearers, went to persuade Ursula to come to court. His Majesty Berus II, seeing that even this persuasion was failing, decided that if the baroness would not come to court, court would come to the baroness. Therefore Baroness Ursula was inducted into the Order of the Wain in the bar. His Majesty, announcing that there was no further business, and that the bar was open for business, then closed court.

A masked ball was then held under the guidance of Lord Darius the Dancer and Lady Catharine of Eoforwic, both clad in green man masks gifted to them by Their Majesties. Many good gentles danced the better part of the night away, clad in masks they had purchased or created that very day.

It was a good day stranger, and many tales of it could be told. Such as what was behind the Septentrian herald's remark, when he led Baron Corwyn into court as "he who brings sunshine." Tell you what, friend; buy me an ale, and I'll tell you all about it!

Seeing Stars and Laying Foundations (Coronation of Berus II and Marion II, April 23, 2004)

By THLaird Colyne Stewart

No one can predict where fate will steer you. As a boy, labouring for my father as he collected taxes and counted money, I never dreamed my life would turn out as it did. That I would one day leave behind the realm of money and comfort for the hard life of the battle field. My father disinherited me when me found out I was to become a soldier for King David II, and true to his word, he and I are dead to each other. I'll admit, some of the accusations he threw at me were true: that I was a foolish youth, with a head full of tales of glory. However, I also felt the need to fight against the English, and to drive them from Scotland.

I dreamed of glory and honour.

What I found was death and destruction.

Life as a soldier for a war-king on the move was harsh and miserable. Sleeping exposed to the elements, rain soaking your blanket (if you were lucky enough to have one), food scarce. I had few friends in the army, as most resented me for my more affluent past. I did make one friend—a highlander—who tried to teach me the bardic arts. As supportive as he was, even he winced when I tried to sing. He also tried to teach me Gaelic, but in that I also failed.

At Neville’s Cross, we encountered the English forces. King David II was captured; my highland friend—and many others—were killed. Some of us managed to escape, but now found ourselves hunted criminals. In desperation we became a band of gallowglass—

mercenaries—and we sold our services to the highest bidder. With this company I fought in Ireland and France. Finally, some of us found our way to Ealdormere.

For so long I had had nothing to fight for but money. But here...here there were glorious and honourable knights who led by example, who shone with courtesy both on and off the field. Wiping the mud from my brow I watched them in tournaments and felt something begin to beat again in my heart. I followed these knights to war, fought beside them on the fields of Pennsic, drank with them at their camps.

Now, three years after coming to these lands to escape the Black Death, I have found new life.

One of the knights whom I admired so much, had agreed to take me on as a squire. This knight I saw as a paragon of virtue, a bright star amongst a glowing constellation of Ealdormere's chivalry.

And what was more, he was also from Scotland.

At the Coronation of Berus II and Marion II we agreed to publicly announce our new arrangement. That day also seemed so far off, but finally, it was upon us.

In the weeks leading up to the event, my lady spent many long hours tailoring new clothes for me to wear. With the help of our friend Mahault van der Eych, she created a complete set of court garb, such as would be seen in the high courts of Europe, complete from hood to leather shoes. It was a remarkable change from the peasant’s clothing I usually wore. As well, she laboured over fires and benches and produced two belts, adorned with acorns and stars, with pewter cast buckles and belt ends. For our friend Mahault, and her husband Berend, were also to be made squires at Coronation—to Duke Sir Finnvarr de Taahe.

(You may ask what I was doing all this time? As Thorfinna was so occupied, the responsibilities of maintaining our keep fell completely to me. I still think I got off easy.)

Upon the morning of Coronation, we set out from the keep of Sir Evander MacLachlan and THL Melusine de la Rose. Together we traveled to Skraeling Althing to the grand hall where Berus II and Marion II were to be crowned later that day. We arrived just before court was to begin, and we quickly changed. I received many compliments on the clothing Thorfinna had crafted. I was very proud of the work she had done.

Court was called, and Their Majesties Cennedi and Susanna took the dais. They presented many awards, prominent among them in my mind being William Meriic made a Lord, Evander's presentation of a King's Favour, Erick of Longacres and Tesla de Chardon made a Baron and Baroness of the Court, and of course, Baroness Eleanor Cadfan elevated into the Order of the Pelican. Their Majesties then agreed that suitable Heirs to the throne had been found, and that by the oath given at Their coronation, this meant they must now lay aside the crowns. They did so, leaving them and the thrones in the care of the Order of Chivalry.

Marion II then swept regally into the room, followed by four of her sons, and their uncle Lord Etienne du Naval. She confronted the Order of Chivalry, pressed her claim on the throne, and told them that they stood between Her and something that was Hers. The knights quickly made way as Marion approached the throne. She laid a crown upon Her own brow, and was recognized as Her Dread Majesty. A rabble (comprised of many Galbraiths saying "Rabble, rabble") then walked by, with Berus II walking with them. He stopped shocked at seeing His lady wife crowned upon the dais and approached her to ask what transpired. She explained to Him that she had claimed the throne, and that Her need of him was no more. Like a spurned lovesick puppy, Berus turned to go, but Their sons raised such a ruckus that Marion II called Her husband back to Her side, and acknowledged that She could not reign without Him. He then kneeled and She placed the crown upon his head.

When court was suspended until the evening, the fighters headed for a bridge that had been erected in the hall. (This bridge was to become known as Dame Eleanor's bridge, upon Lord Baldric's suggestion, in honour of Her Excellency.) However, before the battle commenced, Sir Finnvarr called together those who wished to witness the squiring of Berend and Mahault van der Eych. They gave their oath of fealty and were presented with the belts Thorfinna had crafted for them. They were also presented with tools with which to take care of their steeds (brushes, etc) and a length of fabric.

A long battle then ensued as thirty fighters took turn upon the bridge to face opponent after opponent. It was a long process, and in the end, Lord Baldric was the last to stand upon the bridge, though Sir Nigel MacFarlane had the longest run of victories.

At the end of the bridge battle, Evander called for witnesses to my own squiring. He asked if it was still my intention to become his squire, and I affirmed that it was. He then presented me with several pieces of regalia. He said that as a squire, it was my duty to ride with him as battle, and therefore he would give me spurs. The spurs given me were crafted by Lord Verenko (my squire-brother), and they were exact duplicates of Evander's (though silver instead of gold). The chain placed about my neck was crafted by Lord Brandt das Lederwerker (another squire-brother). I knew that a belt had been commissioned for me, but I also knew that its construction had been delayed by a fire, so I was not sure if I would receive one at the ceremony. However, my friends surprised me when Evander pulled out a beautiful belt crafted by Berend, Mahault and Brandt. The belt incorporated my oath to Evander (fealty, sword in battle, counsel), as well as elements of my heraldry (a fox) and Evander's (a castle). After my lady had placed it about my waist I knelt, clasped Evander's sword, and swore my oath to him. He then swore an oath to me. At this point, my eldest squire-brother, Tiberius Justus Britannicus, pulled a mount from his belt and gave it to me as a gift. He also told everyone present that I was currently challenging into the White Bear Fian, which is a Septentrian fighting order. (To enter you must defeat a member in a best two out of three trial of arms. You could keep challenging until you succeeded. I had already fought on challenge at Septentria's 25th Anniversary Event, against Baron Konrad Matthias Jaeger von Dubrau, which I had lost.) Tiberius took a knife and cut the belt end from his belt. He presented me with it, saying he would not replace it until I had successfully entered the Fian, as he knew I someday would.

I was very moved by all of this, and generally just kind of stood their grinning like a fool.

I am truly blessed to have friends—and now family—such as this.

The fighting then moved out of doors, but I only fought two individuals before managing to throw out my back. Rushing inside, I collapsed to the floor, where Baldric and Baroness Freya immediately appeared as if by magic. As Baldric quickly removed my kit, Freya toweled my back and had a cloak spread on the ground for me to lie upon. She gave me instructions on exercises to do to relieve the pain, and I am pleased to say that they worked. I would like to take this opportunity to thank both of them for their kind attention.

Feast was a glorious affair, though the hall was crowded. I enjoyed most of the dishes, especially the final desert. During feast, many songs were sung and stories told, and Houses Hrogn and Galbraith presented our new Monarchs with many, many, MANY gifts for them to use during Their reign.

At feast's conclusion Berus II and Marion II continued Their court, and created Cennedi and Susanna as a Count and Countess of Ealdormere. Susanna was also made a Lady of the Rose. This was all met with a standing ovation.

Truly, for many reasons, it will be a day that lives long in this ex-mercenary's memory.

Falling Prey to Archers (Late Winter Shoot, March 13, 2004)

By THLaird Colyne Stewart

From the journals of Cap'n Bloodfox, written while incarcerated in the Illi Gaol, Petrea Thule.

So it would appear that me famous luck has run out at last.

For ya see, me and my crew had planned one more daring raid against them Thuligans what live up in the 'rocky north'. Our plan was simple, and simple plans often work the best, or so me parrot always told me. We were to sail the Interceptor and the Clever Wife--the ship of me woman, Cap'n Widow--into a channel close by a barracks, and sally to the barracks on foot. We had heard that them Thuligans stored provisions and weapons at this barracks, but that they only manned the place for one day of the week. We split up into two teams, one led by meself and Mister Andrews, the other by Widow and Mister Tibs. We reckoned we'd just sidle up to the barracks from two sides, slip in the doors, and help ourselves to some booty.

'Twas a good plan. Except for one small detail that somehow eluded us all, and has led to our current sorry state of imprisonment.

For you see, them Thuligans had gone and sent out invitations to archers from across the land to come to the barracks that day and participate in several types of shootin'. By the time we got close enough to see that the barracks was crawling with over sixty archers, they had seen us too!

Well that constable from Bastille du Lac was there, as were them Iron Companions, AND the Thuligan Guard! Well, me and me mates scampered for it. Arrows were coming in at us from all directions and me men were dropping all around me. Finally we was cornered, and a team of six archers came and captured us. And I swear by all the gods of the deep that one of them archers was Widow her own self! Captured by me own woman, posin' as a Yeoman of the White Arrow from Ardchreag way!

I tell you truth, if Ol' Barney, whose plan this was, hadn't taken an arrow in the eye and saved me the trouble, I woulda slit his gizzard for this here debacle! As for Widow, well, I been talking to the guards o' this here gaol, tellin' 'em where they is likely to find the Clever Wife. Soon me woman will be sitting here beside me in this cell, and her feet will be swinging beside mine when I go.

If I go.

For there has not yet been a prison that can hold Cap'n Bloodfox.

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On March 13, the canton of Petrea Thule held the sixth annual Late Winter Shoot. Archers and crossbowmen from across Ealdormere came to participate in several types of shoots, including Winter rounds. Many good gentles won prizes for their skill with bow or crossbow, and everyone was stuffed with food thanks to the legendary generosity and hospitality of the Thule. The highlight of the day for many (based on the giggles, grins and enthusiasm I witnessed in the participants) was the novelty shoot. The archers were split into six teams of six to compete. Each team was shooting at a board with sixteen balloons set in a grid. Behind each balloon was a picture of a pirate. Fourteen of the pictures were generic pirates. One was of a captain (either Bloodfox or Widow) while the last was a first mate (Mister Andersen or Mister Tibs). The game was much like bingo. The object was to get a completed line of four pirates that included the captain and the first mate. It was possible to get them in the same line, or you could get a separate line for each (your strategy would of course depend on what balloons you had so far managed to pop before uncovering a captain or first mate). Each member of each team shot one arrow, then they would all scamper to the targets to see what pirate they had caught. Even after the first, second and third place prizes had been handed out for the shoot, archers kept at it until every balloon one very target had been popped! It was a most enjoyable day.

The following day Thule hosted a Septentrian Baronial Fight Practice which attracted fighters from Ben Dunfirth and Skraeling Althing (including three knights). Approximately fourteen fighters met on the field in one on one challenges, and many participated in the spear class taught by Sir Nigel MacFarlane and Baroness Adrielle Kerrec.