County Scroll for Noelle la Chauciere

Katerin ferch Gwenllian

We, Edmund, by the right of combat King
O'er Dragon Realm and all the people there
And Kateryn, who gentle grace doth bring
Unto the crown of Queen belov'd and fair
Salute this lady who hath ruled with care
This kingdom, by her lord Alaric's hand
For which we raise Noelle la Chauciere
And hail her as a Countess of Our land.

Her glad acceptance of his pledging-ring
And promise that his future she would share
Such joy unto Alaric's heart gave wing
He vowed to win a crown for her to wear
The mightiest opponents did he dare
To elevate her to this station grand
Let all, then, of her virtues be aware
And hail her as a Countess of Our land.

As patroness, she spurred the bards to sing
In praise of kingdom and of royal pair;
She learned to make the slender rapier sting;
In battle, too, her arrows sliced the air.
Inspired by her, from out the Dragon's lair
A mighty host did victory command.
O foes! Of all who fight for her, beware,
And hail her as a Countess of Our land.

This first day of October, fortieth year,
In Tirnewydd, new-crownéd do we stand
To place a coronet upon her hair
And hail her as a Countess of Our land.

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