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    Chronicle XII
    Sixth Moon, Tenth Day
    Year Two of the Recently Awakened


    Chronicle - Her Majesty's Court

    Good denizens of the castle,

    In deepest reverence and esteem to the charter of the Chroniclers, and in obedience to the duties bestowed upon me by His Lordship, the Lord Chamberlain Sir Launfal, I annal of the
    audience held by Her Majesty, Queen Vivienne, long may She reign.

    At 6 bells yesterday, our most august Queen Vivienne ascended to the Ice Throne to hold court with Her Majesty's humble subjects of the Castle Marrach, and deigned to give audience to thosewhom were in attendance to behold Her Majesty.

    Her Majesty's subjects kneeled in appropriate respect and awe to Her Majesty as She entered and ascended to the Ice Throne, a bedazzling seat of power seemingly carved purely from clear frost and ice. She generously decreed that Her subjects rise and stand as She began the court. She then asked the Lord Chamberlain Sir Launfal to begin his duties.

    His Lordship announced that Her Majesty's court be in order. Her Majesty then swept Her splendid gaze over the Throne Room, and asked if any in attendance had petitions to bring to Her attention. As there were none, She then commanded that a poem be read to Her and those in audience to Her.

    Her Majesty asked that Sera Viola, also known as Sera Punzel,
    recite a poem and that Sir Bragi, the Royal Poet then critique
    it for Her Majesty's pleasure. Kneeling in humbless before Her
    Majesty's glory, she read of the poem of the Winter Ball that
    she had composed. The enthralling beauty of words echoed in the hallowed arches of Her Majesty's throne room,

    It was a cold December night,
    And people gathered, all,
    In eastern courtyard, near the arch ...
    Dressed for the Winter Ball.

    The seras wore long formal gowns
    Of glittering jewel-like hues,
    And beautiful bright necklaces,
    Soft slippers for their shoes.

    The sers were all in doublets gay
    And rainbow shades of hose,
    Though some did seem to blush quite oft
    To wear such dazzling clothes.

    Sir Launfaul, the Lord Chamberlain,
    Arrived with formal stride
    To ope at last the green bronze arch
    And let the guests inside.

    So many rooms! So many sights!
    How to absorb them all?
    The floors of polished ebony!
    The chandeliers so tall!

    The cake made of cerulean squares!
    The leaping stag of stone!
    The wintry silent garden where
    Such ancient trees are grown!

    The brilliant starlight shining down
    From sky so deeply blue!
    And, finally, the Ballroom, where
    There's even more to view ...

    The walls, with silk of icy blue!
    The mirrors in gold frames!
    And Haerk the Herald, at the door,
    Announcing new guests' names.

    Musicians played their merry tunes
    On instruments of cheer,
    And candles glittered all about
    So everything was clear.

    Lord Sicard, Champion to the Queen,
    Swept Lady Amoret
    Across the dance floor in a waltz
    And graceful pirouette.

    "The merry Jester Dagonet
    His jester's stick did shake
    And joked of cookies made in shapes
    And dangerous bundt cake.

    The gentle Miriela, kind,
    A handmaid to the Queen.
    The prideful Lady Berthe, clad
    In gown of hunter green.

    Sirs Alrik, Cyril, Gaudis, all
    Respected knights and true.
    His Highness the Prince Bertram
    With his hair of auburn hue.

    So many others! Ladies! Lords!
    I list not every name ...
    But many much-respected folk
    Did lend the evening fame.

    But how can all of this compare
    To She who entered then ...
    When first we saw Her Majesty,
    Beloved Queen Vivienne?

    She entered as if trailed by stars,
    Pale like the winter moon,
    And suddenly a silence reigned ...
    Musicians stopped their tune.

    So tranquilly She walked the room
    Up to Her marble throne.
    Sir Boreas was by Her side ...
    So brilliantly they shone!

    Then lovingly She spoke to us.
    Her voice was calm and clear.
    She told us of Her care for us,
    That each of us is dear.

    There is a greater purpose to
    Your presence here,' quoth She.
    And it will be important when
    We learn what it may be.

    The role that destin plots for us,
    She told us in that hall,
    Shall bring both succor and release
    Somehow to one and all.

    'We cherish each of you,' She said,
    '... Ourselves at your avail.'
    And peacefully She smiled at us,
    So noble, lovely, pale.

    Then gifts were offered, honors too,
    A knighthood challenge set ...
    At last there came a moment which
    I know I'll ne'er forget.

    When formal speeches had been spoke,
    She held the crowd in thrall.
    She clasped Her hands together, said,
    'There's magic in us all.'

    A faint light glimmered 'tween Her hands,
    Raised up above Her head,
    And then a graceful gesture showed
    The truth of what She said.

    A sudden silence, so complete
    Fell soft upon the night ...
    A musical vibrating sound,
    Then white and brilliant light.

    The mirrors hanging on the walls
    Reflected not our eyes ...
    No more we saw the stately hall,
    But starry midnight skies.

    And then Her Majesty the Queen
    Did join us on the floor
    To dance with Her Sir Boreas ...
    More people danced, then more!

    Soon all did dance among the stars
    Her Majesty had made,
    And though the Ball is ended now,
    Its memory will not fade.

    For how could one forget a night
    So famous? Such an e'en!
    We danced amid the stars thanks to
    Her Majesty Our Queen.


    After she had thusly given her ballad, the Sir Bragi did as Her Majesty commanded and gave his sage opinion on the poem, concluding that it was a very well done ballad, and 'a cut above the usual drival from Omalle and his ilk.' in the good Sir Knight's own words.

    Our august Queen then inquired of what other cause that Sera Viola had dedicated herself. With utmost respect to our serene monarch, she explained that she led the Courtesy Circle, a guild dedicated to the enlightenment of the denizens in the Outer Bailey toward the matters of etiquette and courtesy.

    Her Majesty then replied that She had pondered much regarding
    these matters, and announced to all those present to bear witness that Sera Viola was to replace the duties that Dame Oriana left off, and to promote proper etiquette and manners with Her favor and benediction.

    Her Majesty then retired from Her throne amid her devoted subjects. His Lordship announced that Court was adjorned and the honored denizens whom had attended slowly filed out from the bedazzling room and its most magnificent throne.

    The Chronicler begs pardon for any errors that may be occured in the creation of this, and asks only that he be informed of them so that he may correct them.

    With Respect,

    Ser Angron Drakefyre
    Assistant Chronicler
    Secretary to His Lordship
    Last edited by Sorcha; 08-11-2002, 08:04 AM.
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