 | For Herne the Hunter 2003, any fighter entering the list had to
be accompanied by a herald who would announce them in a manner befitting their
fighter. The following ode was written and performed by Lady Zaneta Gavlinne
Angiolieri specifically for Lord William. The ode was so well received it won
the prize for Herne Herald Champion, and I think everyone will agree, it fits
William perfectly! The Drinker, by Jan Steen |
Good Lord William
To the tune of Good King Wenceslas
Good Lord William he stepped out
In the lists at tourney,
When Ruantallaners packed their bags
For Distant Shore they journeyed.
Seeking there a champion
To represent the Barony
But t'wasn't might that won the day
T'was his noble chivalry.
Next to Seashire
On his noble steed did he arrive.
He calls his horse Elantra
I can't imagine why.
To Festival of Lights they came
And to no surprise
He fought his way to victory
And took the mighty prize.
Now that brings us here to you
As we celebrate the season.
So shout and loud and cheer his name
I've given you good reason.
Swordsmanship and chivalry
And Ruantallan Champion
I'm honored to present to you
The Good Lord William Lancton.
- Lady Zaneta Gavlinne Angiolieri
December 2003
Rhetoricians at a Window, by Jan Steen
The following was written by Lord Theotime de Poitiers after hearing
the tall tales of the Cabana Boy on his return from the Great Northeastern War.
Cabana Boy
He first showed up at Great NorthEastern
Hauling baggage for our Lady Gwen
And next to her gaudy but not ostentatious pavilion
He set up his tent
A quaint little dome he could live in
Along with his armor and junk
No sooner had he finished setting himself up
the ladies, this message, they sent:
(Chorus)
(Cabana Boy) Go fetch me some water
(Cabana Boy) They’d say with a smile
(Cabana Boy) My lord has gone fighting,
so come stay with me for awhile.
It might be his innocent features
Or his rippling muscles they liked
It might be that he was just standing around,
And they needed a very strong back.
So in between drinking and fighting
When he had so little to do
The ladies would call with a plea and a hope
He’d provide them with something they lacked.
He fought a great battle that weekend
As he held temptation at bay
And though he did face insurmountable odds,
To keep pure his virtue he strived
You see, there’s a lass in Ruantallan
Who’s managed to capture his heart
And deep down he knows if he causes her grief that
She’ll probably skin him alive.
- Joseph Chiasson (Lord Theotime de Poitiers)
August 2003
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