The Known World Bardic Congress and Cooks Collegium consists of two full days of, not surprisingly, bardic and cooking classes taught by folks from nearly every kingdom in the SCA Known World. With over a hundred classes and only eight time slots in the weekend, choosing was HARD. In the end, I tried to strike a balance by selecting half cooking classes and half bardic. The sheer amount of research, scope, and breadth presented in the cooking classes was mind boggling, but it was in two of the bardic classes that I finally understood and, more importantly, felt the true meaning of the SCA as a family.
This song was written for the Rose Rises II bardic challenge at feast: To Honour A Friend. The challenge was to either present something (song, poem, story, etc.) done by a friend in honor of that person, or write something about a person you wish to honor.
A little over a year ago, I got a wild hair at work one day and, with nothing to do that evening, decided I wanted to learn something new. Though I had dabbled in the SCA some 20 years ago in college, it didn’t really take and so it was with some surprise that I found myself looking up the local barony to see what it had to offer. As it happened, fletching was on the calendar for that evening. Making arrows sounds fun! I’ll do that. And so I arrived on Jois Corbet’s doorstep at the appointed time. She welcomed me into her home, took me under her wing, and re-introduced me to the known world where I have since made more friends in a shorter span of time than I thought possible.She welcomes you in With a kind word She has a lair Haven’t your heard? Her play things Truth to be told Are varied and many A sight to behold (Chorus) Rejoice, it’s Jois! Our Lady Kind Sharing the dream Hand, heart, and mind She’ll offer you food She’ll offer you drink Whatever you need Including the sink Her cobbler If I may be bold Will disappear long Before it gets cold (Chorus) She’s driven to learn With practical bent The skills of the past And where they all went Such wonders! But take caution please Or you will find That you’ve caught this disease (Chorus) She’ll teach you to fletch She’ll teach you to sew She’ll teach you to shoot And teach you to throw But safely! So you can grow old Or she’ll come back for you When she’s parolled (Chorus) She’s modest and fair And joyous, too! Wherever you lead We’ll follow you Your service Is greater than gold After this Lady They broke the mold.
I had the good fortune and honor of becoming Jararvellir Archery Champion in June of this year. When I went looking for archery songs and found none, I decided that needed to be remedied. Set to the tune of Bound For To Go – The Jig of Slurs by Michael Greiner, with his kind permission. Presented at the Warriors and Warlords XX bardic circle.
“Bás roimh aitheantas” means “death before recognition” in Gaelic. It began as the personal battle cry of one of our archers and was quickly adopted by the rest of us.