Poem - A Thousand Horses Ta'en

[woodylego 70]

A Thousand Horses Ta'en

Written by Ulvixeor the Curious, in honor of his Grace Brandt Barclay and the Reinmaren people of Minitz.

 

 

Hwæt! hear us St Tylos, that you are 

present to glory in this fine Reinmaren 

tale. We know of the great Barclay lineage, 

and their esteemed Wilheim,

Godtt rest his soul. But here I tell a tale

When that wondrous Wilheim was still 

 a noble Knight, nay, a squire.

Take delight in these drums of war, 

that billow to our Duchy honor, tradition,         

valor, and the myriad gifts Gott grant

his Reinmarens. 

 

Fitt I

In sorrowed war of Emperor's havoc,

the wreaking wrath of mighty Lords            

brought forth catastrophous calamities,          

woe, dread, and fear to their dear people. 

Divine Godfrey of Renatus and Divine

Joseph of that old Oren devised such                

devastation to the land. But lo, do we     

find our dear Barclay in the ranks of           

Joseph's band, so wont to prove his

mettle. Serviced under the Princely

Otto Sigmar.

 

“Oh most puissant Prince,” pleaded

this lowly stationed Wilheim, “although

I have much to maintain in the theatre

of war, I honor you, and love you

under the kingdom of God. Will you,

O will let allow your Wilheim to exercise

his honor to the cause, howe’er it may conclude?”

“I am most honoréd” said such by Sigmar,

“that you would due your diligence to 

these dark days. Lo, young Wilheim,

there is not much to master in honor.

Our horses, our proud markers of name,

have lessened to the rise of men. 

More soldiers have we mastered than

steeds in our stables. How does it

behoove the Riding Reinmaren’s 

when our soldiers outnumber our

steeds? We need careful and considered

Stratagem to state any advances so. Unless

a thousand horses fell on behalf of Horen

and Gott, I fear there is not much else

to propose.” 

 

Fitt II

And so that Winding Wonder of Wilheim,

so wont to prove to his Prince, sought

to seek out steeds. He beckoned other

squires to join his assault, “to steal

and gather Renatian horses in the name

of Prince Sigmar and Divine Joseph.”

But scorn and laugh all those sultry and 

lowly squires did settle to his plan, 

and would ne’er follow through his action.

Thus lone he was so, so Wilheim would. 

 

It was nothing anyone had seen before, 

nothing no one saw to begin. That night,

in the cold and pitch of dark,

did Wilheim ride off to Rinatus’ stables,

with only so much yards of rope. Those

men in Godfrey’s band, drunk and dazed,

had been knocked to such a sleepfull state.

This allowed Wilheim to run forth from stable 

to stable with dozens of horses tied each ride,

a thousand horses ta’en from the other side. 

His brave horse, Horus, withstood the trips

at such a pace, Wilheim knew that he 

was the highest hero of the night. 

 

Fitt III

And so in such a noble rush did that goodly

Prince recognize Wilheim’s ride, that Good 

King Marius knighted him thus, and honored

with a the title of Wilheim the steed. So those

sultry squires who had once laughed at

wondrous Wilheim were now wont to his command.

Of course that good Wilheim let them in, and such a

band of brothers was never seen so dear.

 

It was then that future Barclay’s forward fell

into a new tradition, if they take need of a steed,

they should steal it in honor of that Wilheim 

and his righteous rally. O! by Gott was never

such a braver being before. We are blessed

to be bound in those Barclay kin onward, 

to hold such high honors in the blood, and

bask in the truest glories of Gott. Gott bless

that grand Wilheim, Gott bless his future

Minitz, and Gott bless the Reinmaren people!

 

Edited March 20, 2023 by woodylego

[MadOne 3375]

Wilheim Barclay smiles down from the Seven Skies, as Ulvixeor honours him greatly with the honour of having composed such beautiful poems in his name.

[GoodGuyMatt 7060]

Chieftain Ludrik Katzak smiled as he read through the poetry. He nodded, and set out to find Ulvi in hopes of getting him a job within the Band of Banners, it would be a shame for such penmanship to go to waste.