Ljoðahattr

Sir Sven Gunther Alcan
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XLII

(ljoðahattr)

Out of the Northland arid and stark
Haven of a hardy rose,
Baron of the sand-sea, Sven Gunther hight,
Sought the Crown of Caid.

Graceous Muirenn gave him her hand;
With her favor he took the field.
He bested a foeman —his first of the day—
Beorn, the warrior-bard.

Thorvald Olafson tested Sven next.
The viking vaulted the eric.
The baron just smiled and, swinging his sword,
Whittled the woodworker to flinders.

Gunnar observed this, grinning to himself.
The wyvern took wing on his shield.
Jorgensen crushed Sven Gunther’s rose.
Gravely, Muirenn gathered up the petals.

In her hands his health returned.
Once more Sven mounted attack.
Alas, he misjudged Jamal’s sword-skill:
The eagle plucked the argent rose.

Back to the sand-sea stark-haven of warriors
Muirren bears Baron Sven home.
With time, and hope and her healing hands
Spring will again bring Sven’s rose to bloom.

— Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

...is a 15th century Burgundian wool merchant’s daughter who thinks she’s a 10th century Icelandic viking weaver. Her family humors her.

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