Otto Gotlieb – Scroll Text Order of the Maunche

By Aneleda Falconbridge with apologies to Walther von der Vogelweide.

Scroll for Otto Gotlieb's Order of the Maunche, illumination and calligraphy by Master Ed MacGyver.
Scroll for Otto Gotlieb’s Order of the Maunche, illumination and calligraphy by Master Ed MacGyver.

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When from the bung the ale dost spring
foam head to meet the sun’s bright ray,
when people glass in hand do sing
and all the morning toast, they say –
What lovelier than the prospect there?
Can earth boast any thing more fair?
To Us it seems an almost heaven
so beauteous to Our lips that sparkling drought is given.

And when Otto Gotlieb, chaste and fair,
noble, and clad in good attire
walks through the throng with Krafthaus beer – right there
then what could We do but to admire?
What else boasts he in his display?
What hast thou beautiful and gay
compared with that supreme delight?
By Frieboug Bächle walk for hours, and drink his gruit bier bright!

Wouldst thou believe Us – come and place
before thee all this fine purvey
then look to the Maunche Order’s space
For which is best and brightest? say:
carmel wort of sweet Sah’tea, fine
Kolsh, braggot, ende de welt, all thine
And say, ‘Choose of thy beauties? Nay.
Rather We would taste of them all, and with good drink Our thirst allay.’

Thus We, Gregor Rex and Kiena Regina, raise a glass and name Otto Gotlieb a Companion of Our Order of the Maunche, at the Great Northeastern War in the Province of Malagentia, ASXLII, on the thirteenth of July on the feast of St. Silas.

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This text was based on a translated German poem by Walther von der Vogelwiede, as the piece was from the same time period as Otto’s persona. Otto says about his own persona that he was “born in 13th century Freiburg to noble merchant parents. Count Egino II has been talking about raising taxes and making changes to our established rights. The people of Freiburg are restless.”

As he is from Friebourg, I tried to include some things about the city – like the Freiburg Bächle – small water-filled runnels which wend through the old city. They are ancient.

I also included specific brews he has made which are German or period, which discuss his art.

When From The Sod The Flow’rets Spring

When from the sod the flow’rets spring,
And smile to meet the sun’s bright ray,
When birds their sweetest carols sing
In all them morning pride of May,
What lovelier than the prospect there?
Can earth boast any thing more fair?
To me it seems an almost heaven,
So beauteous to my eyes that vision bright is given.

But when a lady, chaste and fair,
Noble, and clad in rich attire,
Walks through the throng with gracious air,
As sun that bids the stars retire,–
Then, where are all thy boastings, May?
What hast thou beautiful and gay
Compared with that supreme delight?
We leave thy loveliest flowers, and watch that lady bright.

Wouldst thou believe me,– come and place
Before thee all this pride of May;
Then look but on my lady’s face,
And, which is best and brightest? say:
For me, how soon (if choice were mine)
This would I take, and that resign!
And say, “Though sweet thy beauties, May!
I’d rather forfeit all than lose my lady gay.”

(In German)

So die bluomen us dem grase dringent,
Sam si lachen gegen den spilnden sunnen
In einem meien an dem morgen fruo,
Und die kleinen vogellin wol singent
In ir besten wise die si kunnen,
Wunne kan sich da gelichen zuo?

Order of the Tyger’s Combatant – replacement scroll for Master Tearlach

 
Dutiful and dauntless is Tearlach. Afeared are all within his polearm’s strike. Unstintingly giving, arming, and armoring. Growling in glory. Admired by war-kin. Beloved by brothers. Thus, prowling with prowess, does Tearlach the Profane enter into the Order of Tygers Combatant by the hand of King Aelfwine and Queen Arastorm the Golden at the Ice Castle Tourney in Mountain Freehold, on this sixth day of February, anno sociatis XVI.

Silver Crescent for Mistress Mira

To all freeholders and the whole realm of the East send all manner of filial reverence.
We, King Gregor and Queen Kiena, find that among other famous nations our East has been graced with widespread renown.  Our most tireless Mistress Mira Fennor of Argyll has and shall ever be, as far as duty calls, ready to do Our will in all things, as an obedient daughter.
She, that her people and her heritage might be delivered out of the hands of our enemies, met toil and fatigue, hunger and peril, like another Macabaeus or Joshua and bore them cheerfully.
Her, too, divine providence, has been made a member of the Order of the Silver Crescent, her right of succession according to our laws and customs which we shall maintain to the death. To her, as to the one by whom striving has been wrought for our people, we are bound both by law and by her merits that our freedom may be still maintained, and by her, come what may, we mean to stand. It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that she hath worked, but for our people.
Given at Pantaria, the King’s and Queen’s Equestrian Championship, of the Shire of Panther Vale, on the twenty-fifth day of the month of May in the year of the Society XLVIII of the reign of our King aforesaid.
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Text based on portions of a translation of the Scottish “Declaration of Arbroath” of 1320, a “Letter directed to our Lord the Supreme Pontiff by the community of Scotland.” http://www.constitution.org/scot/arbroath.htm

Come Again Sweet Love…the Parental Version

A contrafact by Aneleda with apologies to John Dowland

Come again, sweet love – hey that’s enough!
You’ll fall off it again!
I think, thank God you’re tough!
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I’m sure, you’ll die
In deadly pain before your next birthday!

Come away! No! Do not touch that thing!
No stove, stairs or shelves…
Let go or mum will sting!
Don’t touch, don’t grab, don’t eat, don’t throw, don’t whine –
To bed you’ll go, until the end of time!

Cut it out! I told you once before!
That food is not a toy –
You won’t get any more!
To squish, to mush, to pour, to mess, to throw,
into a pile, a laying-on the floor.

HEY! Get down! Do not stand on that chair!
Put those feet on the floor
While mum repeats her prayer:
Dear God, l breathe, in once, and count, to ten
Before I sell this child to Gypsy men.

On the floor, you laugh here while I sing,
then you run toward the stairs
knowing at you I’ll fling,
you stomp, you grin, I grab, you reach, you can’t
For I have you now by the back of your pants!

Come again! Lay your head on my knee.
You seem to know it works –
You smile at mum with glee
I sit, I sigh, I shake my head, and smile.
You drool on me, then play alone a while.

Quiet now. Mum does not like the sound,
It comes to nothing good
When noise is not around
And then, mum hears- a splash! Away to rush,
For that’s the sound of fingers in the flush!

Come again, sweet love – hey that’s enough!
You’ll fall off it again!
I think, thank God you’re tough!
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I’m sure, you’ll die
In deadly pain before your next birthday!

So, we we having kind of “a day” here with the wee Falconbridge Milkdrinker, and for some reason, while I repeated “DON’T” for about the ten-thousandth time, John Dowland came to mind. So, I beg his forgiveness and that of his gravekeeper who will certainly have to trample down the sod over his resting place.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hiZ44CA3K9Y has a guitarist playing the
tune for those who don’t know it. This version, unlike Dowland’s, has
8 verses. Dowland only has 6. This was likely because he had no kids.

Sept 2008

On SCA Patrons of Bardic Arts

A question about Patrons in the SCA was raised on a bardic list I’m actively a part of.

“Is there a tradition anywhere out there about being a bardic Patron? I know some folks have students, and Laurels can take apprentices… but is anyone/does anyone have a patron? How has that worked? Thanks!”

I decided to post my own answer below.

I would say that patronage is fluid. I view Master Julien de la Pointe and his lady Mistress Carolyne as my first Patrons – it was he who put me in situations where I would be Heard by people beyond the campfire in my home shire. He asked me to perform in challenging locations (the exhibition area at King & Queens A&S, for example, as an exhibition) and at the well-attended Eastern scotch & cigar night at Pennsic. Those were likely the first times anyone heard me outside my little home. They helped me become better known outside my own circle by their work as Patrons. I worked because I wanted to please and entertain them, and that work set the ground for my next Patronage.

Afie (Amanda Lord) and Toki were my next Patrons of a sort, meeting me at Pennsic just three years back or so. They encouraged me greatly, and ultimately my work to become Eastern Bardic Champion was inspired by their encouragement. I still turn to them for advice and assistance. I suspect I ever will.

As Champion I found all of my monarchs to be excellent Patrons. They requested things of me, I complied, and it was quite formal feeling, as was proper and mostly as expected.

However I did have another person who I think really fit, for a time, a very specific role as patron. Shortly after I was named Champion, Baron Angus Pembridge really took on a role as Patron, I think, much more what would have been medieval in style. It was not formalized in a ceremony or anything, but he commissioned a piece not long after we became friends, and provided in exchange a rich muse in the fighting community, which remains a source of constant inspiration to me today. I wrote and performed for him – sometimes by request and sometimes at my own wish – at his encampment and others. He introduced me to many people in that community as a Patron would – taking me to small gatherings, introducing me to people on the field, asking for a performance after the woods battle, and so on. A strong political ally, he helped me navigate the larger sea of Kingdom-level involvement with better grace than I would have had on my own, certainly. (With added help from Toki and Afie.) I would certainly not be the bard I am now without his patronage. Now that I am better-known by the people he wanted me to know, I think that aspect of our relationship has changed from Patron to something more nebulous – but if I am a tower, he is certainly a cornerstone in my foundation.

I think Patronage does exist, formally for some, and less formally for others, but I found it invaluable in every instance and would hope that others have the opportunity to experience it with someone as well.