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The Fourth Year

First Coronetting and Coronet Tourney -- Atenveldt
April 12, 1970

From The Page (March? 1970):

The Principality of Atenveldt announces that the winner of their Tournament held Feb. 22nd was Robert the Roundpounder, who was created Master on the field by Duke Sir Richard the Short, who presided. Master Robert will be crowned Prince at the next Tournament, April 12. He will also be present at the March 21st Tournament in the West.

From the History (by Wilhelm):

Held at McCormick Park, Scottsdale, AZ. King Stefan attended and presided. King Stefan crowned Robert and Katrina Prince and Princess of Atenveldt. Coronet lists were held. Arthur of Lockehaven was the winner. Angela of the Meadows was his lady. King Stefan knighted Jon the Lean (Jon Fitz-Rolf) and elevated Arthur of Lockehaven and Ivan of Navarette to the rank of Master of Arms. Then King Stefan admitted Ioseph of Locksley (then known as Josef the Rhymer) and Michael of Moria to the Order of the Laurel. Prince Robert admitted Charles of the JAC’s as founding member of the Order of Light. Edwin Bersark, Earl Marshal, appointed Master Arthur of Lockehaven Knight Marshal of Atenveldt.

Robert Roundpounder
Gules, upon a Latin cross argent
a sword inverted argent, hilted
sable, enflamed radiant from the
blade gules.
Katrina of Windemere
Per bend sinister vert and azure,
a bend sinister argent between
a lion couchant sable maned,
tufted and fimbriated, and a sun Or.
Arms drawn by Nicholas Bawcock of Petersfield, used with permission,
Arms colored by Evaine MacGreger.

“The folks from Atenveldt who had come up to the March tourney said, "Come on down." Ellen Anderson, our housemate at the time, said, "What a good idea." We decided on a two-pronged attack. John was, by this time, driving the Hippogriff, a big former rug delivery van. He, Henrik, Blackeagle, Leanne, Wendryn (yes, first queen Wendryn, she was still around) a young lad who I think Wendryn (but perhaps Leanne) was in charge of and, at the last minute, Luise, set off a couple of days ahead of time with the proverbial trailer full of tourney equipment (the van wasn't that big – as the inhabitants came to know very soon). On the day before the tourney, Ellen, Jean de la Grand Anse (who was just starting to court Ellen at the time), Tom Whitmore (known as Tom the Piper's Son and who became a pretty well known Bay Area SF fan) and I climbed on board a Waco aircraft piloted by a Bay Area fan named Jay Freeman who was looking for more hours towards his instrument license (yes, he didn't have one for the trip).
     “I was wearing a fairly thin tunic. Jay said "It's warm here in Oakland, we're going to Arizona, and the plane has a heater – no problem." Jay had never ridden in the back of the aircraft. He and Jean up front were toasty warm. Ellen, Tom and I froze our tushes off. And the plane was so precisely balanced that there was no way anyone could move or be rotated.
     “But we got to Arizona just fine if chilled and sure enough, it was plenty warm there. We had arrived a few hours after the Hippogriff and were soon bedded down in the home of Michael of Moria, which was wall to wall anachronists. Michael was good enough to provide mattresses on the floor for most of us.
     “The tourney itself was rather interesting. Blackeagle had strained something and couldn't fight, but Henrik and Jean and Jon and I joined up with Richard to take on the massed Atenveldters. They overwhelmed us, as I recall, though we did fairly well.
     “Later in that melee or another, someone managed to catch Jean just right and drive the rivets on his helm (a motorcycle helmet with a rivetted on metal face protector) into his forehead, making for the typical gushing head wound.
     “Leanne and some others took him to the nearest emergency room, where they tried to explain just what had happened. The nurse taking the information finally asked "Would you say this was a sports injury?" As everyone else was agreeing with her, Leanne commented, "You make it all sound so sane..."
     “I had had Master Beverly make me a Laurel medallion to take down to Atenveldt, in case I found some deserving folks. If the Pelican had been extant at the time, I probably would have given that to Moria, but the Laurel was serving arts and service duty at the time, so they each got one and I had to promise to provide another, which I think I did fairly soon thereafter.
     “I came into some heat for handing out the laurels without consulting with the Bay Area laurels, but I figured the folks in Atenveldt knew who was deserving far better than the people in Berkeley. Certainly, I did not get any flack for making Arthur and Ivan Masters. Richard administered their attainment oaths (to coin a phrase) and made a big deal of demonstrating how significant it was. He was still smarting from Roundpounder being knighted after he Mastered him. It was the main source of tension of the event, at least for me. Having the Crown means you're the focus of attention. Some good, some bad.
     “I did get some hassle from the belted fighters in Berkeley for knighting Jon (who no one disagreed about his deserving it) in Atenveldt. But he had done well there, and, quite frankly, most of his close friends were in the immediate vicinity, including Richard who would not otherwise have had the chance to see it, so it seemed like a good time to do it.
     “And unless Richard made a practice of breaking athletic cups, I think Arthur was mistaken saying he had broken his at the previous event. I remember sitting next to Richard during Their Highnesses' court when he expressed some discomfort, reached into his tights, and brought out the cracked cup. "Ah, that's what it is!"
     “The trip back in the plane was even colder, as we ran into storm fronts and spent the last part of it not terribly far off the ground and Jay followed the railroad tracks to Oakland. I had put on the cloak I'd packed for the trip, but it was only a very thin seneschal's cloak (given to me by Moria, as a matter of fact) with a loose weave, and I, for one, wasn't much warmer. (bitch moan complain...)
     “The trip back for the van has been described by its occupants as "an encounter group on wheels." It's a good thing everyone was friends, because murder and mayhem were on several peoples' minds by the end of it. Some of it had started on the way to Atenveldt, but there was nothing anyone could do about it, they had to ride back together ... They also encountered snow on the Grapevine outside Bakersfield and had to replace a tire on the trailer. One of those epic SCA voyages, the subject of stories for years to come.
     “We made a lot of friends in Atenveldt and it remains one of my favorite SCA groups.” – Stefan de Lorraine

“I will relate some details of the return trip by Hippogriff – Jon’s truck. John found he had a bad tire. We got a used one in Phoenix and were on our way.
     “There was a few inches of snow on the Grapevine Summit. It was evening, I was driving with Luise “riding shotgun”. All the others were asleep in the back. As we were going down the north side of the Grapevine about halfway down, a big rig passed us on our left and as it was besides us I heard a loud bang – “the big rig must have backfired”. A little later as we neared the bottom of the grade, Luise asked me if the trailer with all our gear was supposed to be listing hard to starboard? I looked in the rear view mirror and then quickly over my shoulder to confirm, yes it was listing badly and no it shouldn’t be. I looked for a level shoulder to pull off onto and did so asap. Got out to check the trailer and found the right wheel rim badly abraded with a few shreds of rubber tire still clinging to it. “The Bang.” The night was very cold with a strong wind. We unhitched the trailer, I got out a sleeping bag and climbed in my street clothes and hunkered down in the dirt next to the trailer to guard it while Jon and the rest drove back up the Grapevine to get a new wheel and tire at the gas station we had passed earlier. Several cold hours later it seemed they came back, we replaced the wheel and were on our way. When we got to Modesto (I think) we got gas and found the Arizona tire on the Hippogriff had a deep slice in the tread rubber with a big flap. We bummed some contact cement at the gas station and slathered the cut with it and it held up ok for the rest of the trip.” – Henrik of Havn

“About the Coronet Tourney: Oh, were we nervous in Atenveldt about the arrival of all those highly ranked folks from the Mists. But at the same time, just a bit of us thought there was a little bit of putting on airs. When we had first gone to Rivendell, the home in Berkeley where the Red Baron, Diana Listmaker and Edwin lived, we had noted on the door, the poem from Tolkein: Ere William rose and Harold fell, there were great lords in Rivendell.
     “The day before all the visiting dignitaries arrived, Charles of the JACs put a poem of our own on the front door of the house where Mike Cady, Chuck, Robert Roundpounder and I lived: "Inside my lords you'll find no fakers, for you have arrived at asshole acres." (Mike and Chuck's mom had opined once there wherever the two boys lived together would likely be called that.)
     “Charles of the JACs deserved that Order of Light, the Laurel and anything else Robert could have given him. He had done so much armory work, including the Mach 1 "seymour" his full suit of plate. Charles taught us all as much metalworking as we wanted to know. He ran a blacksmith's forge in our backyard. Many were the nights we went to sleep to the "bango, bango, bango" sounds as he bent metal to fit one of our arms or legs.
     “My Laurel should have been a Pelican, I guess, since it was for my work organizing Atenveldt. But the Pelican had not yet come into being.” – Michael of Moria

“And unless Richard made a practice of breaking athletic cups, I think Arthur was mistaken saying he had broken his at the previous event. I remember sitting next to Richard during Their Highnesses' court when he expressed some discomfort, reached into his tights, and brought out the cracked cup. "Ah, that's what it is!"
     “Funny thing about memory ... I think you (Steve) are entirely correct here (sorry) ... strange how 30 years distance can change things; never-the-less, you must admit it is a great story! I certainly do remember Richard laying on the ground in quiet pain and later showing me the broken cup ... (we had never worn cups before and this created an exodus to get them the next day) but your memory is better than mine, it was the event when Jean went to the hospital.
     “Also, this event was very important for us here in Atenveldt because the local Sunday paper "magazine section" had an article and many great photos from it, including the front cover with Steve, Richard, Moria, Robert myself and many others on the front. Our population increased greatly due to this coverage.
     “The "trip to the hospital" reminds me how when we took such trips in the past, (which seemed to happen fairly regularly) the emergency room staff used to say "you do what?" "medieval fighting ... what is that, is that like fencing?" and such; NOW, when go in and they say "hey, you guys must be in that medieval group ... yeah, I have a friend in it, do you know sir "so-in-so?" Things have changed.
     “I actually saw a kit in the local Tandy Leather shop to make your own "Armor Repair Kit" ... just like you can buy a kit for a holster or a wallet. An "Armor Repair Kit"! I remember going into Tandy 30 years ago to get thick sole leather, and them asking what we were going to do with it and trying to explain (leather armor), they kept telling us it was for making saddles and such NOT for armor. Yep things have changed.” – Arthur of Lockehaven

Description of this event, © Copyright 1980 by William R. Keyes (Wilhelm von Schlüssel)
This is from The History of the West Kingdom, Volume 1 (the only volume produced). When reading this text, please keep in mind the following disclaimer:

Disclaimer: This history may have errors in it, as much of the detail is “remembered” history, or as one of the cover pages of the original type-written manuscript states “The material within is derived from the information printed in The Crown Prints and in The Page, and from the memories of the participants.” The original document was typed on onion-skin paper, with hand-written notes (often in the margins). All attempts have been made to reconcile the notes with the original document.

Annotations, when they are added, are from The Annotated History of the West, Volume 1, which is the same text as Master Wilhelm's mentioned above, with commentary from members of the SCA who were active at the time of the event, and are added to help clarify questions and expand on what happened and why. This volume is copyright © Ken Mayer (Hirsch von Henford).

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