Of all the knights to take the field that day

Sir Taliesin de Morlet
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XLII

A Sonnet

Of all the knights to take the field that day,
Of all the fighters who their fealty swore,
Of all the ones who sought the kingly way,
Not one did I profess my friendship more.

For on the tourney field his prowess shone,
For by his lady’s side his vigil kept,
For even though each foe he faced alone
About his shield her love’s protection swept.

He won, then lost, then won, then lost again,
He fought with honor and the purest grace.
He shall not yet with Douceline o’er us reign,
But he shall sleep within her warm embrace.

A knight, a husband, mentor, poet, friend.
Your time is at the start, not at the end.

— Baron Beorn of the Northern Sea

...is a 13th century Hiberno-Norman bard and warrior in service to The Bruce. He honors his Irish Mother and Norse Father by boasting, drinking, fighting, eating, and generally making the lives of King Edward’s knights as miserable as possible.

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