SUMMONS TO MOOT

[MadOne 4945]

ÖHNE UND TOCHTER VON REINMAR,

 

HEARKEN ALL AND GATHER HEED,

 

 

Let this word ride the wind and cross the valley of Frankland. Let it reach the steadings and the halls. Let my word be whispered to the ears of the tribesmen and the highseated, the greybeard gyjsh and the green shield-whelp. By right of the Kanun, I summon all the tribesfolk of Reinmar to stand in Moot. Come with your cloaks upon your shoulders, your caps upon your head, and your words weighed true. Come with coin to pay the moot-tithe, Come with the strength of your deeds and the truth of your ancestors behind you. The fire shall be lit, the horn shall sound, and none shall speak above the other. Matters of the tribe weigh heavy, and none shall be absent who would call himself Reinmaren. Let those who carry grievance bring it forth. Let those who seek judgment receive it. Let those who know silence speak, and those who have erred answer for their walk beneath the Kanun.

 

The Moot shall be held beneath the Moot Rock on the dusk hence.
Bring your kin. Bring your word. Bring your memory.

 

So it is spoken.
So it shall be done.