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Sir Sven Gunther Alcon
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S.
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(conachlonn)
written by THL Beathog nic Dhonnchaidh
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Fair the day became and hot the sun
One rose a promise from a champion’s hand
Planned victories made sweet as three lay dead
Bled from them a chance to rule this land.
Grand the day became and fierce the sun
One English Duke has proved the stronger foe
Though Alcon gave the pithon’s Knight his best
Less was his skill upon the final blow.
Know now the day of blinding sun
One last defeat under the violent glare
Where sword and shield lay at his side
Denied now a victory for his lady fair.
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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.
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