by Haukr Short Narrative Mittion That mighty man Third so named As throne-sitter; Trimaris Her Bold styrsman wound play joy had he in heart. Chaillen fair Mittion’s boon Up to heav’n Taken from land; Up to heav’n Like ancestors Were borne these Lion and Dove Arn-Gunnar Tree with white girded and Jotun-haired Anastasiya; Ring-givers Regal pairings Three sea’d throne Glory ascend Time’s labors Recompensed Agincourt’s Fairest beauty; Desiree For breast shed blood Pelican Was she so named Most-deserved Dearest feathers For toil-rain Are by crown giv’n; One so named Elfwyn Barfleur Pelican From then is called From Northlands Calls royal voice Oldenfeld’s Octavio; Masterful In art-makings Grants to him Leaves Laurel green From fair land Beyond whale-road Masterful Like Esarg’s son; Muirren’s works Saw crown wearers Triumph’s leaves Laurel granted Gunnar bold Anastasia Fair Flame-haired At table dine; mead-hall fair At Tafl play In glory With ancestors From island Emerald green Bytor, fierce And Cherish, fair Set hands strong Upon styrsbord Long Narrative Mittion That mighty man Third so named As throne-sitter; Trimaris Her Bold styrsman wound play joy had he in heart. Chaillen fair Mittion’s boon Up to heav’n Taken from land; Up to heav’n Like ancestors Were borne these Lion and Dove Arn-Gunnar Tree with white girded and Jotun-haired Anastasiya; Ring-givers Regal pairings Three sea’d throne Glory ascend Great was joy in Hurricane halls Bent in storms Were southron-lands; Long had land Fractured been, Strong hands trim The wildest sails. Great rewards Southron gentles Did deserve And clamor for; From sea-sheild’s Gold-gallow’s end Did receive Right and just rewards Service giv’n By fair gentles Bold toilings To gold-circlet; Sweat service Unrewarded Must never Allowed to be Time’s labors Recompensed Agincourt’s Fairest beauty; Desiree For breast shed blood Pelican Was she so named Most-deserved Dearest feathers For toil-rain Are by crown giv’n; One so named Elfwyn Barfleur Pelican From then is called Trimaris Bold wound-dancing Girded blue Ran’s daughter’s child; Battle-proud But, in this land Arts no less Are rewarded |