The Tale of Knights

[Davidic]

Genteel Sers and Seras of the Outer Bailey anne perchance the Inner one if this somehow reaches that far. I have captured again the words of Ser Bard who dide sing of the Challenge of Strength held last Eve. I have record that this was sung first at the toll of ten bells that same eve and I have captured it, again with Ser Bard's unique speech, here. I am hoping you will find it as pleasing as I did.
-Again, The Anonymous Emanuensis

Noo gather rounde anne I'll tell ye o' kinde beste
I telle ye it dide happen narry a few hours ago me lasse!

Thar was a far test o' strenth, err knighthood shalle be won...
Fer each o the castle swordsman they dide gather err for sun.

Thar was a great a gatherin' anne rare nobles dide appear...
A lorde o' the castle anne his l knights in armor here...

When beconed our three hero dide come forthe thar from the crowde...
First thar was Ser Martel, duelist anne fine he dide bow...

Then The Armsman Philo, the champion o' err the gaurd...
And lasse lonely Sera Catharsis o' the battlers, honors road be hard...

The first match called for far, Sera Catharsis and Philo far...
Silence be alle around since noone dide noo wart woulde happen thar...

Withe a salute each the blades together they dide singe...
with gasp and gape we alle dide watch e'ery moment o' the game.

Noo I telle the truth when I dide think Ser Philo hade it won...
But truth be tolde also it was the Sera whos blade strike true, and o that I sung...

But listen har, thar be matches yet, anne we hardly nearly knew...
Next woulde be the armsman anne Martel, two o' the honored few.

Thart the stoode, with far honor, swords raised ta each an e'ery one.
it was so sudden, with one lunge the battle err hade begun.

It was far fight! With honor true, not a bit o blood was shed...
Armsman Philo won, with straighten blow, loose hadde narry got ta his heade.

Noo I mention o' these compeditors, thar be fair matches three...
The third was Sera Catharsis anne Martel with far comraderie.

We all was a little afared fer Martel dide kiss his sword...
But he dide win thart match thar, ye can counte me on me ward.

We alle dide gape, fer each matches won hade alle.
But narry hade one without a losse thart might spell fer them a falle.

Thar Nobles dide retire, ta think o' err hadde one.
ten minutes passed we alle dide wait, shoulde decision in absence be donne.

Art last the dide appear, each ta own he helde his breathe.
But is was Sera Catharsis the winner who the Lord dide thar decree.

We alle dide know wart ta think... fer a tie dide seem more fair...
But rember thar wille still be challenges two, waitin' ta be decided thar...

Fer a knight must be all these things three, err his Lordship dide say.
Strenth, truth and courtliness, do make up chivalry.


(ooc -Again, at request I post a bit of poetry here. Extra thanks to Sera Catharsis' player who logged most of it for me when I couldn't. And thanks to everyone that put up with Bard and his songs =))

[Duraze]

I did indeed enjoy your work, ser. I salute you, for your skill and attention to detail, most assuredly the Muses do favor you.

I might also add that I did find it pleasing that in your tale you have portrayed not only the scene itself, but the aftermath, and the minds of those present in the deed's wake.

I am curious, would you do me the favor of explaining whether this work would be considered a Ballad of Honor or a Ballad of Honor Betrayed?

Always a Patron of the Muses,

Seeker Duraze

[Davidic]

I narry noo much 'err Ser Anonymous but fer meself I dide intend fer it ta be a Ballade ta honor. Affen, I woulde narry think ta question wise decision o'err her majesty's vassels Lords anne Knights. But again, iffen ye was parhaps a wee shocked about thar narry bein' a tie announced then recalle thart thar be three Challenges ta be met, two narry yet won.

'err the simple,

Bard

[Noddy]

I thank The Anonymous Emanuensis for his ability to capture verbatim the verse of ser Bard - a near impossible feat at times, considering the bard's accent, and well done.

As for the tale, ser Bard has again shown his true abilities to compose good verse quickly. I felt my blood rise as I read the transcropt, and regret deeply the fact I could not hear it sung by the bard. I felt I was there at the fights as I read his work. I trust The Anonymous Emanuensis can pass my comments onto ser Bard

yours in verse
Ser Noddi