Silver Tiger for Finan

Finan mac Bressail, Silver Tyger

A tale I have for you!

Here is Finan mac Bressail of the north-east for whom we should feel grateful.

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Much of battles he broke, with his fellows he poured, the son of Poplyr. With continuous patience he seeks truth, so that he might give his full benefit to every one. He is skilful of conversations, in learning and explaining the movements of battle. He is an abounding benefit of guests. He is avid. 

He nourishes those of good intention and joy. He expounds on every noble thing he has learned. With his sword in his good grip he fulfills in deeds what he speaks in words.  He takes no amusement which is not in the royal law. He is a rock in battle, a stone of subduing, a tyger of silver.

We, Matthias Rex and Feilinn Regina, make this praise at the Kingdom Arts and Sciences Competition A.S. LVIII.

Words by Læri-Sǫngr Aneleda Falconbridge based on the 6th c. eulogy of Choluim Chille, Calligraphy & Illumination by Vrouwe Lijsbet van Catwiic

Text based on the eulogy of Choluim Chille, believed to be the oldest text in Irish, having been written shortly after his death in 597. It appears in “The Amra Choluim Chilli of Dallan Forgaill” by Dallan Forgaill, Saint, 6th cent. (However, the text is believed to have been written in the 9th century.) As translated by John O’Beirne Crowe in 1871.

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Lijsbet von Catwick – Silver Brooch

Artificael geesten, die na conste haect,
Niet en is gemaect dan uut rechter trouwen sterck;
Neemt hieraan gemere, opdat gjij die gunste smaect.*

Artistic tempers, with art on your minds
Nothing here but what in good faith was done.
Now knowing this, relish its affection even more.

We, Brion Rex and Anna Regina bid all Eastern subjects to note the deeds of art wrought by their loyal subject Lijsbet von Catwick. A woman of great artistic curiosity, she cheerfully explores with great abandon and success. Helpful herbs, crafted clothing, fine foods, shaped sugar, little lamps, hardscrabble houpalands — little escapes her interest.

As is fitting for one with a love of arts diverse and sundry, We hereby induct Lijsbet to the Order of the Silver Brooch and award her Arms for her to bear Per chevron inverted urdy purpure and argent semy of escallops purpure, in chief a sea-dragon naiant Or, making her this day a Lady of the Court.

Done by Our hand at the Crown Tournament in the Province of Malagentia on the fifth day of November, A.S. LI.

Brion Rex and Anna Regina

Calligraphy by The Honorable Lord Gwillim Kynith, Illumination by Mistress Agatha Wanderer, Words by Mistress Aneleda Falconbridge and **Anna Bijns (1493-1575) Middle High Dutch poem, translated by Kristaan Aercke. From “Women’s Writing from the Low Countries 1200-1875: A Bilingual Anthology” edited by Lia van Gemert.

November 5, 2016

Scroll text for Gnaea Celera – Silver Brooch & Award of Arms

Handmade calligraphy of words for Gnaea Celera.
Mari’s beautiful cadel and script elevate the words!

Scroll text for Gnaea Celera

Vīsiō ad orbam per gratia artis.*
Audite verbis Ivan et Matilde que regis regineque regnum orientalis.
Scite quotd his litteris agnoscimus virtutem dignitatemque subjecti nostrorum  Gnaea Celera.
Celear ultro meretur quam ob rem ametur; ita dapsiliter suos amicos alit.*
Vitriarius artificium  suum supremum optumum adpellat. Creare pulchras creterras, vitrum lepistas. Nulla dies sine artēs.*
Ergo Celera consocias cum consortium fibula argentum. Extollimus  et assignamus ei ordonis domina et beneficium armis [____blazon________]. Fit manibus nostris in IX die Decembris anno societatis LLI epulāribus baronia Bhakailia festum adventi.


She sees the world through love of art.*
Pay heed to the words of Ivan and Matilde, Tsar and Tsaritsa of the East Kingdom.
Know that by these letters we recognize the worth and dignity of our subject Gnaea Celera.
Celera earns of herself the merit of being loved; so abundantly does she nourish her friends.*
The glassmaker calls on her art, the all-highest and good. She creates  beautiful bowls and glass goblets. She has not a day without art.*
Therefore, we join Celera with the Order of the Silver Brooch.
We extole her and commit her to the rank of lady and grant to [him/her] all rights to the arms [______blazon________]. Done by our hands on the 9 day of December, in the year of the society 52 at the Yule Feast in the Barony of Bhakail.

*adapted from fragments of poems by Gnaeus Naevius

This was written to be presented in either long-paragraph or short paragraph style in the scroll. Calligraphy and Illumination was done by by Mari Clock.  It has 86 words in Latin and138 in the English translation.

This work includes Latin text from the Drachenwald AOA text contributed by contributed by Lady Aryanhwy merch Catmael. It also contains adapted fragments of poems by Gnaeus Naevius, Roman epic poet and dramatist. Any errors in the Latin are mine. (I had to do a lot of looking up in the conjugation dictionary!) If you want to see what it looks like when I try to write this stuff, here’s the link to the hairy, messy document where I take notes and figure out what I’m doing.


AoA for Brynhildr

In the Eastern lands ruled great King called Brennan and also his wife Queen Caoilfhionn. Brynhildr Amsvarsdottir had come to serve their longhouse and was sent to guard the land’s most precious treasure, the Queen. It was the fiftieth year, on the seventh day of nóvember, after Gormánuður but before Ýlir, that Brynhildr was called to the Crown Tournament in the holdings of the Hersir of Bergental. Because she had served with joy and abundance, she was given the right to bear arms, ____________________________________ and take the title Hefdharkona. The King had his poet and scribe make for her a ring of word-gold to be read and seen that day.

The linden of the battle-wall  

lifted her slender hands

to join the Njords of swords.

Shield-bearer now arms-bearer

Silver-goddess of the raven-field

You are worthy to hear an ode

war-valiant one, wrought for you*
King Brennan and Queen Caiolfhionn made their names on it.


Brynhildr is a fighter and man-at-arms to Sir Brennan, who has been a brother to me. I was thrilled to be able to write text for her. Norse sagas frequently used prose and then called out a poem of praise (or insult, on occasion too!). I used the same technique to do this. I had to edit mercilessly – the original wanted to be longer, but sometimes we just have to live by the word count. I pulled directly one line from the Sagas of the Warrior Poets, because I wanted her to have that direct connection to the past in this piece. (I try to do that with pretty much all my text.)

Below are my working notes to produce this piece.

(The longer piece)

In those days the ruler of the Eastern lands was a great Chieftain called Brennan. Beside him ruled his wife Caoilfhionn. Now Brynhildr Amsvarsdottir had come to serve the King and was sent to guard his most precious treasure, the Queen. Brynhildr wore a shirt of silver plates against which her dark hair shone like trees against the moon. After she had served for a full year and more, at the Crown Tournament in the holdings of the Hersir of Bergental. It was held on the seventh day of nóvember, after Gormánuður but before Ýlir. Brynhildr was called to court that day where she was given the right to bear arms

________________________________________ and be called Hefdharkona. The King had his poet make for her a ring of word-gold and it was read.

You are worthy to hear an ode

war-valiant one, wrought for you*   (31 in Sagas of the Warrior Poets)

The linden of the battle-wall  (the shield maiden)

has lifted her slender hands

to join the Njords of swords. (the gods of the swords)

Silver-goddess of the raven-field

from shield-bearer to arms-bearer

  1. Gormánuður (mid October – mid November, “slaughter month” or “Gór’s month”)
  2. Ýlir (mid November – mid December, “Yule month”)


Linden birch goddess

Holder of the king cup

Shield sister

Man at arms

And so the king bade a verse to be made for her

1,2,3, 1234 / Sagas of the warrior poets

AoA – Admiranda Howard


Pearl of goodnesse, Ishoot of Admirinda,

That al hire bountee telle can

Heo so blithe, so bright, Admirinda

In world nis noon so witer,

semlokest of alle things, Merye sing,

Hire limb pullth true the string,

With lossum cheere heo mak the mark

And wunderliche heo mak the feaste,

that we mak merie with drinche and an meat

Sevant trewe, of wise virtue

Herkne to our roun, To Alle sweetness sae

That Lady Adminanda Howard be.

Ymende. þet þis boc is uolueld ine þe Hunt in þe Barony of Endewearde on þe day of Saint Comgan of Iona in ane Kenric Cyng and Avelina Quene of þe East, ine þe yeare of oure Society beringe 48.




Pearl of goodness,
I speak of Admiranda, Muse of Aranmor

That all her excellence can tell

She so blithe, so bright, Admiranda

In the world is none so witty

Seemliest of all things, we merry sing

Her arm pulleth true the string

With lovely cheer she makes the mark

And wonderfully she makes the feast

That we make merry with drink and meat

Servant true, of wise virtue

Hark to our song,

To all sweetness see

That Lady Admiranda Howard be

And give her arms for her alone




Let it be known that this work was fulfilled in the Hunt in the Barony of Endewearde on the day of Saint Comgan* of Iona by Kenric King and Avelina Queen of the East, in the year of the society 48.


Words based on the earliest English I could manage (a mix of 13th/14th c inspired by period lyric verses in praise of women, for example, “Alesone”) with a finishing phrase from the English translation by Michael of Northgate from 1340, from the French “Somme le Roito the EnglishAyenbite of Inwyt” (or ‘the again-biting of inner wit’, Remorse (or Prick) of Conscience. 12th Century English is actually Anglo-Saxon, and it’s beyond my ability without major reading and research. I tried to read some and …it looks like I should be able to read it but I can’t. It made me feel like I was going sort of insane.

*October 13th is the feast day