The Lay of Tuvya and Viktor

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THE LAY OF TUVYA AND VIKTOR

 

BY

ALEKSEY THE YOUNGER

351 ES | 2 S.A.

 

A true and timeless story of a heroic yet tragic duel between brother knights

 

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Written on behalf of the true, noble and generous patronage of the ever honourable 

Count Maric II of Metterden

 

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The House Ruthern in turmoil

Glorious Vidaus had been taken,

For Viktor had been tardy in his toil

Oh, by the king the mighty house had shaken!

 

Tuvya, the fiercer, proudly was he brash

He left Haense in the fraternal war,

And now returned for another clash,

A brothers' fight for honour's score

 

At the festival of the Golden Crow

Did Tuvya shout his knightly demand

'You have laid us down, foul Viktor low!

I shall be count! This I command!'

 

'Never shall I bow, to such a futile stunt!' 

Came Viktor's cry, as much as a knight 

As the revenant who offered affront

And then was dimmed meek peace's light

 

By bones and by barrows, Tuvya unsheathed, 

And forced his brother's hand

The wind of strife on the candle breathed,

No more did peace dwell in this land

 

With fury they parried, a struggle of sharks, 

Who know not what pain they suffer-

And each on the other laid gashing marks, 

And each forgot he had a brother

 

There came a peace then in the fight,

When each man stared the other-

They circled both then, close and tight,

And both stil ravished strife's smother

 

Unabated, the twins did struggle anew,

Great gushing wounds spilling a single blood,

And the knightly valour of those heroes two

Was as one married in Haeseni mud

 

Then the avenger's arm was strong and bold,

And he delivered a fatal strike;

Viktor's life grew a furious cold,

Though the brothers' wills still blazed alike

 

Then Viktor raised up Ruther's pride, 

The unrelenting struggle still spent them both-

And then did the clashing wills collide 

And the twins fulfilled their mutual oath

 

The hammer came as a dragon's storm,

How it rent a crack in proud Tuvya's life!

Yet still it lived, that stubborn form,

And with it their mutual strife

 

Tuvya's eyes turned to the heavens great,

Oh how chivalric, how noble the duel!

And the blood that flowed like a dreadful spate

Ran red as honour's finest jewel

 

Stoic Viktor then relinquished his fight;

It would be mended then, the brother's bond

He begged his brother forgiveness despite 

His own soul leaking in a torrent beyond

 

The enmity then between the pair, 

By the noble tears in both mens' eyes,

Was dashed upon the worldly air

That heralds a joint demise

 

See the noble two walk side by side,

Honoured by Godan's own light of fate

On steeds of silver they proudly ride 

And as one they pass the golden gate.

 

 

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Let it be known that I, Aleksey the Younger, am proud to have been granted the honour of adding to the already prestigious glory of the great House Ruthern

 

And let it also be known that any knights, nobles or distinguished persons would only do me honour by showing me their patronage and thereby furthering their own prestige.

 

[GMRO 5275]

Maric var Ruthern beams a smile as he glances over the piece. "It is dobry to know our history so that it can niet come to pass again. This poetry is excellent!"

[Imperium 3312]

Erik var Ruthern read the publication from his home in Providence, "Thats how real Rutherns settled issues."

Edited December 14, 2020 by Imperium