Men went to Pennsic, mead-nourished,
Stalwart and strong, needs must I praise them.
Amid battle blades a Welshman stands strongly,
Eager his sword thirst and skilled is his shield.
Of Meuric Whith my voice gives to praising,
Able at arts of peace time and war.
Filled with bright honour, steadfast, courageous,
Swift in the struggle, word-praise his blessing.
This brave one, deserving of King’s recognition,
This son of the northlands, this glorious one.
Be it known that We, King Edward and Queen Rylyn, do bestow
upon Meuric Whith an Award of the Scarlet Banner for his prowess in battle and
love of all things martial.
Done by Our hand this [XX] day of [XX], Anno Societatis
XLVII, while upon our Lupine Thrones at the Pennsic War.
By THLaird Colyne Stewart. Based on Y
Gododdin (stanza IX), from the Book of Aneirin, 13th century, as
reproduced in Canu Aneirin (Cardiff: University of Wales Press,
1938).
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