Thursday, October 3, 2019

Æppel Ūp


By Maister Colyne Stewart, October AS 54 (2019)

Talisman Bran’s[1] | at Brok’s Kaer[2] grows
The fruit of health[3] | so fulsome tree’d
Clíodna’s birds[4] | eat deep and full
Though locked the gates | of garden pure[5]
From poisons foul | it protects well[6]
In press is crushed | for cider, wine,
Ydromellum[7] | if done with sweets
So sought by bears | lo, binge we all!

Written in the Anglo-Saxon style to commemorate a day of apple picking and cider making at the farm of Joffr and Dubhessa.

Sources
Hooke, Della . Trees in Anglo-Saxon England: Literature, Lore and Landscape.
Suffolk: The Boydell Press, 2010. Accessed September 28, 2019

Horn, Peter C. “The Alcoholic Drinks of the Anglo-Saxons” (March 18, 2011).

Levick, Ben, and  Uzzell, Hazel. “Food and Drink” (1992; 2001). Regia Anglorum https://regia.org/research/life/food.htm accessed October 3, 2019

Thomas, Kate H. “Comparing æppla and oranges: Anglo-Saxon fruit” (August 3, 2016). For the Wynn.  https://forthewynnblog.wordpress.com/2016/08/03/comparing-aeppla-and-oranges-anglo-saxon-fruit/ accessed October 3, 2019





[1] A reference to ‘The Voyage of Bran,’ a medieval Irish tale.
[2] Kaer Brok is the name of their farm, and means “castle of the badger”.
[3] The Anglo-Saxon’s used the apple as a cure for many ailments.
[4] Clíodna is an Irish faerie, the queen of the banshees. She is attended by birds who are known to eat apples.
[5] The forbidden fruit in the biblical story of the Garden of Eden is often depicted as an apple.
[6] One of the many medicinal uses of the apple in Anglo-Saxon times was a cure for poison.
[7] A form of cider that is fermented with honey.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Appointment of Bailiff, Manor of Colyesburg, 2019


To all faithful in Ealdormere to whom the present writing shall come, Colyne Stewart of Colynesburg say greeting in the Name of the Wolf. As it was the prerogative of the Crown of the North, in the personage of Siegfried II and Xristina, to bestow upon me, the said Colyne, rights to the lands of Colynesburg called in the vernacular Drews End, to hold in feu and heritage with all its just perinents, as contained by the King's Highway to the north, thence west and south along the Crossroad Creek, thence east along coast till it comes to the Royal Forrest of Beaton, thence north over the fen back to the King's Highway.  Such lands were granted to my personage, whole, free and undisturbed in perpetuity, without any kind of subjection, service claim or demand, with liberty of fishing in the loch and with liberties in the forest of Beaton. As it is now come a time for myself, the said Colyne, and his house to pay chevage to Their Excellencies Septentria and move from Their ancient Ursine lands to the eastern reaches of the Hare, know ye that I have called upon Her Excellency Anneke the Furious, to act as my steward, bailiff and reeve and watch over the entirety of the estate as described above in my absence, and I ennoble her to oversee and collect from any lands, tenements, rents, reversions and services, with their appurtenances, of the manor of Colynesburg. In witness whereof to this present writing, I, the aforesaid Colyne have put my seal. Given on the feast of Margaret Pole, in the 1st month of the reign of Roak Khan and Hyrrokin Khan Begam and 24 years since the Proscription .

Based on Quitclaim of lands and Arms by Walter Haywode To John Fromond (12 March 1402/3).


Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Taking a Break

I, Maister Colyne Stewart, am departing these lands on a pilgrimage, one from which I may not return. I have asked the scribes of my ethereal library to maintain these archives, for now at least.

I wish you all good journeys.

Monday, September 10, 2018

Colyne's Pelican Elevation Ceremony

This ceremony was written by Magistra Nicolaa de Bracon.


Notes:  The poetry is based on a passage from Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. The rest of the ceremony is based on the induction ceremony for the Order of the Golden Fleece, translated by Ursula Georges from the fifteenth-century Chronique of Jean le Fevre, Toison d'Or King of Arms.