Aneleda’s works…

Photo by Jennifer Guyton.
Photo by Jennifer Guyton.

This is the website for Mistress Aneleda Falconbridge, as she is known of in the Society for Creative Anachronism. It contains scroll text, lyrics, original songs and poetry, musings, and occasionally even instructions!

Aneleda lives in the Barony of Endewearde in the East Kingdom. While she may mostly be found by following the noise, she’s often sighted at her desk writing scroll text, tunes and lyrics; playing with the Northern Army; singing and middling through songs on her harp; cooking weird things; and attempting, with futility, snail husbandry. (She is not a “gross things Laurel” but gets closer every day!)

She is a Companion of the Order of the Laurel, Order of the Silver Crescent, Order of the Maunche, and Order of the Troubadour. She was apprenticed to Mistress Mira Fennor of Argyll, and is a member of Thanet House, the household of Syr Cedric of Thanet. She has been playing in the Society since 2002, her first event being the Great Northeastern War and her second event being Pennsic 32.

Aneleda’s modern counterpart, Monique Bouchard is a wife and mother, self-proclaimed nerd, SnowCon gaming convention founder, church cantor, and client relationship manger for RainStorm, a website development firm.

Her debut CD “I Am of the North” is available for purchase at


Silver Mantle for Sir Cedric

quocunque jeceris stabit*

We offreth with gret reverence,
And aske in open audience
To Thanet set your eyes o friend,
That you sall see what alle we sende
Syr Cedric, who on knee doth grette,
A knight, both comly and sae sweete.
He picked an axe and lette it fly
To see where it lande from the sky,
It does not strike the goal by chaunce
But strength and minde in keene balance.
At every chance he did rehearse
Thrown items of nature diverse.
His skill brought many for to seche
He undertook them alle to teache.
With tone so calm and speache so blythe
He showed the way to throw als swithe.
Unto the ladies hihe and loude;
to  knyhtes that ben yonge and proude,
To little childe and mighty lord,
And all who came of good accord.
A maister of the sharpened blade
So many strikes Syr Cedric made.
And building boards and making things
And teaching folk and serving Kinges,
The skill in each he seemed to finde
With gentyl manner ever kinde.
He who most worthi was of dede
Receive he scholde a certein mede
A Silver Mantle we now give
That he may bear long as he live.

This is done by the hand of Basilissa Caoilfhionn & Basileus Brennan at their Court in the Province of Malagentia at the Great Northeastern War on July 14, anno sociatis fifty-three.

illuminated manuscript with the poem in this page

Syr Cedric is a part of my house, Thanet, and a kind friend and mentor for many years. I was thrilled to be asked to create words for his inclusion in the Order of the Silver Mantle for his prowess and teaching of thrown weapons.

It’s been a while since I have fully created a new work rather than adapting an existing one to some degree or other. For this piece I chose Middle English and the style is that of the octosyllabic English couplet which was favored by John Gower (1330 – 1408) who wrote during the time that Syr Cedric would have lived. To learn more, visit

I made a strong effort to use only end-rhymes that would have appeared in Gower’s time period.

The motto at the top “quocunque jeceris stabit” is “whithersoever you throw it, it will stand” — the motto of the Isle of Man which is at least in Britannia. I thought that it worked really well as a motto for this piece too, since it’s been very much Cedric’s ability! 

Lady Keziah and I had a brief turnaround time for this piece, so it’s 231 words.

Silver Crescent for Audrye Benyet

To all noble kin we now present,
That all consider graciously
The thought, the mind, and the intent
Who loves the East most faithfully.

Her heart of service to you proffer’d
With right good will full honestly,
Refuse it not, since it is offer’d,
But take it to you gentlely.

Far to travel, to run, to ride,
She undertakes it pleasantly;
Bid her to go, straight she doth glide
At your commandement humbly.

Audrye Benyet now we doth entreat
Companion be, not secretly
Silver Crescent Order comes to greet
She who has served all steadfastly.

Amid this Great Northeastern War
The passing year marked fifty-three
Our Grant this day shall be abject:
Therefore accept it lovingly.

On June’s fourteenth day assuredly,
Since this so much we do desire,
Reward Our servant liberally.
For all her service and her hire.

Assigned by Eastern Royalty
Emperor Brennan Empress Caoilfhionn

An image of a recreated medieval style illuminated page, with the text of this article
Illumination by Mistress Agatha Wanderer, Calligraphy by Duchess Thyra Eriksdottir, words by Mistress Aneleda Falconbridge

Calligraphy by Thyra Eiriksdottir. Illumination by Agatha Wanderer. Words from Sir Thomas Wyatt’s “The Heart and Service” adapted by Aneleda Falconbridge.

BASE SELECTION “The Heart and Service” Sir Thomas Wyatt – 1503-1542

This work seemed perfect as a starting point, as even its title provides appropriate context for Audrye’s work! I wanted to stay true to the feel and form, and as the piece was requested to be relatively short, it was a good poetic style to use to accommodate that request. It is 147 words, including the signature line.

The original is here:

The typical form for this piece seems to be loosely based on rhyme royal with lines of varying syllables and matched rhymes.
A (9 syl)
B (8 syl)
A (9 syl)
B (8 syl)

Sir Thomas Wyatt –1503–1542

“Born in Kent, England, Sir Thomas Wyatt was an ambassador to France and Italy for King Henry VIII. Wyatt’s travels abroad exposed him to different forms of poetry, which he adapted for the English language — most notably, the sonnet. Rumored to be Anne Boleyn’s lover, he spent a month in the Tower of London until Boleyn’s execution for adultery. Many consider his poem “Whoso List to Hunt” to be about Boleyn.”


Chivalry for Antonii Machinevik

It becomes us, brothers and sisters, to begin the tale of the campaign of Antonii Machinevik, so let us begin.

Antonii, the joyful boaster, had traveled down many roads, but the path he chose, the narrow path of kinghtliness, began with his first dusty steps in the shadow of Mt Eislin. He proved that he could live well, fight well, and die well. He shared many cups with those he took arms against and praised them and their inspiration.

Antonii girded his mind with fortitude, sharpened his heart with manliness, and thus imbued with the spirit of arms, glaive shining, he led brave tygers onto the steppes. Out along the edge of the steppe is always where he burned to be, inspired by his clear view of sky.

Virtue is the gift of inspiration and so moved by his deeds and knightliness, We join him to the Order of the Chivalry.

The sun shines in the sky and Sir Antonii is on Eastern soil. Maidens sing on the rivers, their voices weave across the steppes to the Mists. Countries rejoice, cities are merry.

We, Tsar Ivan and Tsaritsa Matilde, confirm this tale on the 27th day of January, Anno societatis LLI in Our lands called Stonemarche while holding Court at the Birka Marketplace.

213 words

Text inspiration from “Tale of Igor’s Campaign” (Слово о пълку Игоревѣ.) c. 1200, from the Pskov manuscript, fifteenth cent. Translations referenced were by  J. A. V. Haney and Eric Dahl and Vladimir Nabokov. The structure of the text is loosely styled on the concept of the “bylina” – a traditional East Slavic oral epic narrative poem loosely based on historical fact, greatly embellished with fantasy or hyperbole to create their songs.

Calligraphy and Illumination by Vettorio Antonello; Words by Aneleda Falconbridge

The Media and You

We seem to have a complex relationship with the media. We appreciate the stories and attention, but we’re also frequently nervous that something will be misunderstood and that communication and expectations won’t be clear.

This is the paperwork for the class at Marketplace at Birka. This will be conducted at other events as well as online. This document is best used in concert with information from the workshop.

— Aneleda

Snail Husbandry Stinks (Fail Blog)

The horrible reality of snail husbandry going horribly wrong.

So I went out in the late summer and got about 1 gallon of wild, invasive aquatic snails for this Snail Water.

I happily raised them and they were doing ok. I tossed in some older greens, they’d eat, all was well.

Then I put in The Gourd.

I figured they’d all be fine, they had this gourd to eat, they seemed to like it, and there we are.

Well, the gourd molded, and the filter clogged with red weird algae mold and …the tank just didn’t recover.

So I’ve had a tank of mostly dead snails in the basement for…well, lets not discuss the exact chronology, but I’ll just say that my husband is the most patient of men. That tank smells bad. Like bog of eternal stench bad. So I did what anyone would do — ignored it totally until I coudn’t any more.

I didn’t want to admit defeat. I didn’t want to admit that — even though I successfully managed to breed mosquitoes in our house all the way through December — I had not managed to keep a gallon of snails alive, even after they had babies.

I am not good at this.

So, today, January 17, 2018, I bleached the tank after investigating it and acknowledging that there might be three living snails and there were absolutely certainly over a hundred very, very dead snails in various states of…um…gelatinousness.

Because they are invasive, I have to bleach everything that the water touches and the tank itself. It smells like a nightmare. I had to use my hand to get something I dropped. My hand smells like a nightmare. I’ve washed it. Twice.

I’m going to take a shower and see if I can rid myself of this putridness.

It’s probably the most medieval part of the experiment, actually, this smell.

Here’s a terribly miserable video for you about how I’m gunna have to start over this experiment….again.

Yours in failure,

The Gross Things Laurel

Check out the album including a pathetic video here: