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Welcome
to the Official Website of the Ealdormere College of Heralds. The College is
comprised of the warranted heralds and pursuivants within the Kingdom of Ealdormere
(encompassing most of the Province of Ontario, Canada) in the Society For Creative
Anachronism, under the guidence of the Trillium Principal Herald and their Staff.
Table of Contents
Hear, O King, the names of your line, and marvel at the glory of the North.
Now sits King Edward, thirty-second of the land's sovereigns, of the wise gaze, beside Rylyn, wolf-mother.
Before him sat King Edouard the third, who knows not dusk, beside Genevieve the second, of the open eyes.
Before him sat King Malik, who strides the shifting sands, and Genevieve d'Anjou, twice blessed and blessing.
Before him sat King Berus the second, who steers by his own stars, beside Marion the second, summer's well-spring.
Before him sat King Cennedi, lion destined to roar, beside Susanna the thrice-proud.
Before him sat King Edouard the second, who weighs his own balance, and Genevieve, who asks and listens.
Before him sat King Roak the second, come far for his birthright, and Arlette, compassionate on the glory field.
Before him sat King Sarnac, who rides to the saltless sea, and Joleicia, spring sun on ice.
Before him sat King Aaron, baying hound of the wolf-pack, and Rustique, faithful servant now served.
Before him sat King Roak the first, the far-rider, and Carlotta, who keeps her own counsel.
Before him sat King Berus the first, carved like linden, and Marion, daughter of the raven.
Before him sat King Edouard the first, who has ruled the lands of the sunrise, and Eanor of the old blood.
Before him sat King Kildare, who knows his own mind, beside Josephine of the nimble fingers.
Before him sat King Osis, who reigned too few days, and Caitlin, whose tears quenched rich soil.
Before him sat King David the Greater, first King of the North, free as the deer, and Elina of the night fires.
Before him sat Prince Berus, last of the oath-bound Princes, Northman by name and nature, and Marion, who remembers.
Before him sat Prince Gunter the second, whose hall is famed and benches full, and Morgon of the many miles.
Before him sat Prince Edward, with eyes like an eagle, beside Rylyn of the hundred treasures.
Before him sat Princess Elizabeth, only Princess of the North by right of arms, she who ever sought and seeks, and Menken who knew the Northlands well.
Before her sat Prince Roak the third, drum-dancer of distant fields, and Moria of the scarlet veils.
Before him sat Prince Mordain, wise in old war-ways, and Aelflaeda the bountiful.
Before him sat Prince Roak the second, the mountain-mighty, and Tarkwyn the second, the kind spoken.
Before him sat Prince David the second, the stag-hearted, and Elina, sure shield-princess.
Before him sat Prince Gunter the first, rich-handed ring giver, and Joleicia, hopeful as the sunrise.
Before him sat Prince Cordigan, song-swift swordsman, and Diane, patient as the blossoms of spring.
Before him sat Prince Kildare the second, young wolf of olden wisdom, and Lella the dawn-blued.
Before him sat Prince Belgar, hawk-handed warrior, and Andrea of the silent smiles.
Before him sat Prince Kildare the first, silver wolf of golden Northlands, and Catherine, the fierce-hearted.
Before him sat Prince Roak the first, thunderhead of the North-storm, and Tarkwyn the first, welcome as the soft rains of April.
Before him sat Prince Osis, shield-hewer, and Ragnheithr, the blaze of autumn.
Before him sat Prince Michel, iron lord of the Northlands, and Kaellyn, heart wide as the Inland Seas.
Before him sat Prince David the Lesser, first of the oath-bound Princes, deer-shanked regent, and Tangwystl, warm as the spring winds and graceful as the snowflake.
Before him sat the Prince-King Tadashi, last of the Southron, old sea-otter at play, and Ariake, the wild rose in bloom.
Before him sat the Prince-King Palymar, great brock of the Southland, and Katherine, soft as the heather.
Before him sat the Prince-King Reynard, strong as the distant thunders, and Brynhildr, warm as dew on down.
Before him sat the Prince-King Corwin, of whom bards are silent, first of the Southron, and Shana the distant.
Before him stood John the oak-thewed and Deirdre the wistful, and they but briefly.
Before him stood Yog the granite-cleft, and Hannora the moon-gilt.
Before him was the wolf, and the wilds, and the will.
There, O King, are the names of your line. Remember now the glory of the North.
