Her
hand is weary with writing;
The
words always pull at her heart;
She
spends her hours in study
To
further her skill in her art.
She
studies words of the masters,
The
flow and the rhythm of lines,
She
lives where the music dances
Where
wordplay and meanings entwine.
She
is a gift to the northland,
A
wolf who is destined to sing;
A
ram, and poet, and author:
A
boon to her Queen and her King.
Therefore
do We, Qulliam, King, and Tangwystl, Queen, gift unto our worthy subject
Aeschine der Welfengau an Award of Arms. Done on the Feast Day of Saint
Sanctan, in the fifty-second year of the Society, in our Canton of Der
Welfengau.
Wording by
Maister Colyne Stewart, based on “Is scíth mo chrob ón scríbinn” (My Hand is
Weary with Writing), an anonymous poem from around 1200.
