Lord Andrew Baird
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XLI
(Scottish Stanza)
written by THL Beathog nic Dhonnchaidh
   From the lowland warriors came,
   Their dreams of victory the same,
   That tourney’s end would carry fame
   For combat’s deed.
   And Herald’s voice would call their name
   As al-Caid.

   Lord Andrew took the field in stride,
   Fa’izah stood and watched with pride,
   But victory would be on the side
   Of his first foe.
   Lament this victory denied
   From eagle’s blow.

   Again he rose to face the fight,
   To honor Her was his delight,
   But fate bestowed the second knight
   With victory sweet.
   Struck down by the lions’ might
   His was defeat.
THL Beathog nic Dhonnchaidh is a 14th century bard who can often be
seen traveling far from her home in the Highlands with her lord husband
and muse.  If a good tale crosses her path, she will sing a song about it,
pull out its hair and spin it, or throw it in a pot and cook it up.
Poetry
Is fhearr na’n t-òr sgeul air inns’ air chòir.
Better than gold is the tale well told.