Ieuen MacIllmore, third Baron Septentria
Master Hector of the Black Height, July AS XXXI (1997)
men may bare their arms pale scars to show,
England's Hal supposedly once said.
Northmen too the martial field do know,
too have sallied forth, have bruised and bled.
proud than scars the warriors' refrain:
won these scars beside my Baron, Ieuen."
riches are some noble patrons' gift,
hoards of gold and gems by pound and score.
treasures men may harbour with grim thrift,
these are petty prizes, for far more
prized, are guarded at great cost and pain,
rings that once were gifts of Baron Ieuen.
judgements are not barristers' alone;
tongues of fire speak from a tome of law?
better is the wisdom we have known
ursine courts, where justice fair we saw.
gave our trust to one wise and humane
never came to doubt our Baron Ieuen.
land is stronger than in seasons past;
oldest lands with new hearts are imbued.
folk like these Septentria shall last,
arms at work, hearts lifted and renewed.
Prince had lands so rich? What King's domain
match rich fields well-tilled by Baron Ieuen?
now you would away on far crusade
seek a peace your soul here cannot find.
choice each man in his life must have made;
bid you go, placate your heart and mind
leaving know that should you call again,
scarlet swords would draw for Baron Ieuen