White Shield is our large Baronial event of the year, kicking off Tourney season which, I have discovered, the West Kingdom takes VERY, very seriously. Three songs came from this event; I will include two here. The first is a song extolling the fighters, fencers, and archers who came to the field and demonstrated their bravery and skill, which I performed at Invocation. The second is a Lied in honor of Sir William Ulfsson, the winner of the Tourney, who fought bravely in honor of all those who have fought or are fighting cancer. With that sort of inspiration, a Bard can’t help but find the words to praise the Champion!
The Plains of White Shield
We shall fight, and we shall win
And then return to fight again
Our stalwart blades shall never yield
Upon the plains of Whiteshield.
Nock your arrows, let them fly
Heed not the distant foeman’s cry
Archers with your bows of yew,
May your aim prove steady, strong and true.
Now the fleet-foot fighters dance
With rapier blades and deadly stance
Fencers, that your weapons may
Find the heart of your foes this day.
Novice, squire, Knight, and Duke
Let none your honor dare rebuke
Fighters to the battle field!
May your sword and shield ne’er fail nor yield.
In Praise of Sir William Ulfsson
White Shield Tournament Champion 2019
Hark! I say, let all take heed
As I speak of a brave, bold warrior’s deed.
On the field of White Shield’s fearsome fray,
Sir William Ulfsson won the day!
Though Viscount Leohtulf stood proud
With blow on blow, his shield unbowed,
Sir William wove a fierce attack
And drove his foe right quickly back.
There are some who fight in glory’s name
For honor, riches, or for fame.
Sir William raised his sword for those
Who fight the deadly, unseen foe.
So let us praise these warriors true
And give them each their honorable due.
Where deeds of honor are prized and praised
To the name of Sir William let a glass be raised.