by Haukr Short Narrative Mittion mighty, Most Fair Brigit Chaillin With Ancestors sleep, Sealed in deepings dark. At table, they play. Praise their lives and crown. Trimaris, fairest of all, Their parting enflames Gunnar, redbelted, Brandishing wound-wand, Anastasiya’s heart Hard won by wit and blade. Proclaimed these two nobles, Trimaris’ voice, Battle-song silenced Wound-dancing ceased Ring-givers were these Gunnar, Anastasiya Great ranks did grant they ‘Pon Gentles deserving From Trimaris’ fens Fully deserving Called they forth gentles Gentles praise-worthy Roland de Carre, Regal and knightly, Bold belt of bone-white Brought forth for his girding. Bold in the battle-play, This boon of the raven. Granted his due, this Defender of Crowns Service unceasing Should e’er be rewarded Pious Pelican Proclaimed regal pair Maredudd ap Cynan Called hence a Master Without sacrifice Sure dies the dream Dawn ever dying Days were determined Gunnar, Anastasiya Ancestors should join Bytor and Astrith Mighty and beauteous Throne of the Hurricane With Cannons shall claim Long Narrative Mittion mighty, Most Fair Brigit Chaillin With Ancestors sleep, Sealed in deepings dark. At table, they play. Praise their lives and crown. Trimaris, fairest of all, Their parting enflames Trimaris, war-torn, trembles as throaty call of Roaring Battle-racket raises Odin’s daughters. For three-sea’d throne, Sought by two great halls, Leads to blood by bloody Battle-play spilled. Gunnar, redbelted, Brandishing wound-wand, Anastasiya’s heart Hard won by wit and blade. Proclaimed these two nobles, Trimaris’ voice, Battle-song silenced Wound-dancing ceased She, daughter of Ravens, Deemed third of her name, And Gunnar, principled, Redoubt-holding prince. Two noble souls they, Who sealed peace-pacts with rings. Trimaris to save Sought they with shed blood ceasing. In Fair Three-sea’d kingdom, Salt-spray’s sons and daughters Rejoiced ‘neath bright heav’n. Returned were the days Of free-flowing mead. Men beat plowshares from swords. Trimaris remained, As ever, triumphant Ring-givers were these Gunnar, Anastasiya Great ranks did grant they ‘Pon Gentles deserving From Trimaris’ fens Fully deserving Called they forth gentles Gentles praise-worthy Roland de Carre, Regal and knightly, Bold belt of bone-white Brought forth for his girding. Bold in the battle-play, This boon of the raven. Granted his due, this Defender of Crowns Others were granted Gracious Sif’s locks. Lords and Ladies for Largesse did cry. Not disappointing; Doling rings ever Gold-givers were these, Gunnar, Anastasiya Service unceasing Should e’er be rewarded Pious Pelican Proclaimed regal pair Maredudd ap Cynan Called hence a Master Without sacrifice Sure dies the dream Dawn ever dying Days were determined Gunnar, Anastasiya Ancestors should join Bytor and Astrith Mighty and beauteous Throne of the Hurricane With Cannons shall have |