*sniff* My baronial scroll wording

Once more unto the breach dear friends, once more!
This cry goes forth when those who face a task
Which daunts their souls and hearts and steals their strength
Do seek a happy few, a band of brothers
To aid them in the task which tests their steel.
One never fails to answer to their call!

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility,
But never peace surrounds a man who works
And modest stillness never him surrounds!

A humble face he puts forth to the world
As like a hero steps he to his task.
He hath a noble lustre in his eyes!

O for a muse of fire that would with flame
Lend luster to a soul of purest gold,
A soul that stands with any in the court.
A soul that ought, nay must! in outward show
Reflect the worth that inwardly displays.

The man whose mortal frame doth house that soul
Should bear upon his brow a coronet
That all who see the gold above his face
Shall know that it is but a mirror pale
Of that great heart which beats beneath his breast.

This day is not Saint Liam's Day of old,
But henceforth by our newer reckoning
Liam Saint Liam's day it will be known
In honour of a man of Monmouth town
Hight William of the clan O'Donovan
And gentlefolk not here who lie abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here
When Liam stood a baron of the court.

Words by Master Alexandre Lerot d'Avigne

Scroll, which I will post when I get permission, by Mistress Eleanor Catlyng

Photographic evidence . . .

Thanks to mapoussi.



You will notice baronernst reading the scroll.

He was ill all day, and read only one scroll -- mine.

I am honored to have such friends.

Leonete, smelling what the king is cooking . . .

Just before getting her baroncy.

Photo from rufinia.



Isn't she pretty?