Sir Rhys, the man from Ravenscroft

Sir Rhys Ravenscroft
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney A.S. XLIII

Sir Rhys, the man from Ravenscroft
Was sleeping soundly in the loft
When word was carried through the vale
That Caid’s King did not feel hale.

He’d hold a tournament to find
An heir, to whom he would be kind.
So Rhyr thought he might skip his nap
And go and give some heads a tap.

Now with Jimena by his side
Unto the tourney he does ride.
The day’s still young, our bold Knight thinks,
“Perhaps I’ve time for forty winks.”

‘Fore he can lean back on his shield
The Heralds call him to the field
Sir Rhys hits Gunnar on the head,
While thinking of his nice soft bed.

But ‘fore a snore comes from this Knight
He’s called once more to come and fight.
Yet clearly he does need a nap
For Lord Shawn gives his helm a whap.

Sir Rhys falls down upon the grass
And thinks a moment he might pass
It seems so peaceful on the ground,
And then we hear a snoring sound.

“Wake up, Sir Rhys”, the Marshals cry
“You cannot on the field just lie.
Sir Wilhelm comes to test your might
If you would stay, then you must fight.”

So Rhys stands up, and lifts his shield
Though he is sleepy, he’ll not yield.
But Wilhelm hits him on the head,
And sends our bold Knight back to bed.

We know that with a good night’s rest
Sir Rhys can fight among the best,
And hope he’ll be back in the Spring
To fight again to be our King.

— Sir Robear du Bois

...Who was clearly in a whimsical mood

And hopes Rhys doesn’t find this rude.
With luck his goose will not be stewed
Despite a poem some might find crude.

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