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The Eighth Year

Spring Coronet Tourney -- Principality of An Tir
March 2, 1974

From The Page (March, 1974):

The Coronet Tourney is scheduled for March 2 (not March 9 as tentatively announced in last month's Page), to be held in Vancouver, Washington. The site has not yet been confirmed; to find out about it, call (phone #s). It seems likely that the tourney will be held indoors on a dirt floor, so bring a blanket and warm medievals. The schedule is also not settled, but will probably include fighting qualifications to start at 9:00, first court at 12:00, and announcements and lists to follow. There will be contests in costume, mulled wine, and a hard icing decoration. Bardic activities and dancing are to be encouraged.

From The Page (May, 1974):

An Tir's second Coronet Tourney was held in the Barony of Three Mountains. Therefore on Friday evening, March 1, some 36 medievally-clad citizens of Madrone gathered at the King Street Station in Seattle, there to be devoured by the Amtrak Dragon which claimed to be heading south to the Coronet Tourney in Vancouver. Though Amtrak had (under the direction of Katrina Pietroff and Duncan of Chishold) given us a private car, our inevitable foray to the bar car amazed the general populace and recruited two young pages. The Dragon stopped briefly at Centralia to welcome the Silvae Magnae contingent; after the 4-hour ride it disgorged us in Vancouver rather than Portland, but the good folk of Three Mountains ran a firechariot service until all were lodged at various households.

Some revelled late into the night while others rested for the morrow; qualifying began early the next day under the stern eye of Earl Marshall Sir Kevin Peregrynne. The Tourney autocrat was Grane the Golden. The site, a horse barn, made all grateful for the intense cold which made it impossible to detect the odor of the horse byproducts. All were equally grateful for the shelter, as the day provided thunder, lightning, wind, hail, and torrential rain. [Also snow and sleet. W. the L.]

Since King Andrew of Riga, plague-stricken, could not attend, the Tourney opened with a processional to Prince Frederick, Princess Anne, Lord Liam of the Barque, and Lady Dierdre Muldomhnaigh. Due to the large number of fighters, challenges were cut short, and the Coronet Lists began. In the generally fierce fighting Richard of Ravenwolf emerged victorious, and was knighted on the spot; he was then crowned Prince Richard of An Tir, and his Lady Eleanor of Lynxhaven became Princess. Lord Geoffrey de Speraunce, O.L., was awarded a "small" shilleleagh in commemoration of his improvement and fierceness in combat. Elrond was awarded the Purple Turtle for his valor above the call of stupidity, or vice versa.

On the arts side, the jewelry contest was won by Steingrim, and the contest for most beautiful costume by Deirdre Muldomhnaigh. D'Vanya de Tourbillion, who has been teaching dance in Three Mountains, received Three Mountains' first arts award, the Order of the Amber Leaf. The Ordure of Motley performed various disastrous skits until the coronation; out of respect for the solemnity of the occasion they then desisted.

After all were ferried back across the river to Portland, a revel followed at the Complex--the two-block area in which Amaranth, Dragonmasters, and Rose Castle are situated. Revels roared well into the night.

The next morning the St. Bunstable's Fire-beset citizens of Three Mountains ferried the no-less-crippled Madrone contingent to the Portland train depot, where we were informed that, due to an error in the Dragon's abacus, the Dragon would have none of us. Protesting that we cared not if we stood the whole way, we were permitted to board on a space-available basis, and, like iron to lodestone, sought the bar car. A four-hour, 180-mile-long revel developed, complete with singing and Lady Stevana bellydancing in the aisle; from among the astounded mundane spectators we recruited several new Society members. The Amtrak hostess provided free wine, which was welcome since all the beer soon evaporated. At the end of the trip Madrone removed all debris and stray bodies from the car, then staggered forth onto the platform in Seattle, whence all eventually found their way home.

[The horse byproducts at the tourney site inspired a rousing ballad having the refrain, "Oh, huzzanga, what a helluva heap of muck," which unfortunately cannot be reprinted here.]

From the History (by Wilhelm):

Held in a horse barn outside Vancouver, Oregon. Grance the Golden autocratted. A storm raged during most of the day. Prince Frederick and Princess Anne held opening court. Coronet lists were held and won by Richard of Ravenwolf. Lenore of Lynxhaven was his lady. Prince Frederick, having been delegated the power by King Andrew, who was ill and could not attend, knighted Richard of Ravenwolf on the spot. They were then crowned Prince and Princess of An Tir. Geoffrey of Speraunce was awarded a “small” shilleleagh in commemoration of his improvement and fierceness on the field. Elrond of Gornoth was awarded the Purple Turtle for Valour above the call of stupidity (or vice versa). Steingrim Wulfharreson (Steingrim Stallari) won the jewelry contest. Dierdre Muldomhnaigh won the costume contest. D’Vanya de Tourbillion recieved the first Three Mountains Arts Award, the Order of the Amber Leaf. The Ordure of Motley performed and a revel followed.

Richard of Ravenwolf
Sable, a wolf's head erased
Or, armed argent, orbed sable.
Lenore of Lynxhaven
Or, a lynx's head cabossed
sable, orbed Or.
Arms drawn by Nicholas Bawcock of Petersfield, used with permission,
Colored by Evaine MacGreger.

“There was a sizeable contingent of central kingdom road warriors present too despite fuel rationing and the rotten weather - crossing the Siskyou pass in my squire, Rand of Dunbar's, old Chevrolet was ghastly even though I am an experienced tire chain snow driver. The barn did keep some of the wind out and most of the precipitation off our heads (we received every kind known) but it was frigid (sub freezing) and the privies were still outdoors.” – Kevin Peregrynne

“As I commented in a posting, the stuff we were fighting on wasn't any too nice, either. Sort of an amalgam of ancient wood chips and horse dung.” – Steven MacEanruig
“Prince Frederick and his Marshal had specifically asked me as Earl Marshal to attend. Ironically, the only fight where I had to intervene was between Paul of Bellatrix and Edwin Bersark. One of Paul's blows had sprung the side seam of Edwin's helm, stripping out several rivets - and Edwin tried to continue to fight.” – Kevin Peregrynne
“I'm afraid that Kevin is a bit mixed up on this one. I didn't attend the tourney in the barn. The one where I ruined Edwin’s helm was held in the front hall of a Masonic temple. That was during my first reign, and Edwin was Earl Marshall.
     “The 'snap' in those days was more similar to pitching sidearm than it is today. I kept hitting Edwin high on the shield side of his helm. He insisted that they were skipping off. After the dent was in about two inches (just over his head, but under the top of the helm), and all of the rivets on that side had separated, he borrowed another helm from Raymond the Mild and continued. It was unfortunate for Edwin that he continued. Shortly thereafter he hit me behind my left knee when I was about half-way through throwing a snap. He had already started to block his head, but when my leg collapsed, the blow hit him just below the ribs on his shield side. Edwin didn't wear any body armor. The resulting crab nebula was about 8" in diameter.
     “During the next fight, Edwin fought Miles of the Shamrock (I always thought of him as sort of Henrik, junior). Miles took Edwin's leg, and then Edwin blocked about the next 20 attempts to hit him in the side, down into the same leg. Edwin didn't wear any leg armor, either. By the next day, the crab nebula extended from his knee to his ribs, being about a uniform 8" to 10" in width for the whole length.” – Paul of Bellatrix
“I remember William the Lucky's story about returning with Edwin in the same car more or less screaming if anything touched his left side. By all accounts it was a notable bruise even among those of us familiar with such things from the early days.” – Steven MacEanruig
“That was a prior event. I remember one of the local marshals telling me about it saying that it was difficult to intervene when the king and the Society Marshall were fighting.” – Steven MacEanruig
“Gilmaron, my newly appointed Principality Knight Marshal told me the story of the fight between the King and the Earl Marshal as one of the reasons they wanted me to be present. He didn't feel he could, as a non Chiv/new officer, keep us southern chivalric rowdies in line.
     “And as I copped to - I just absorbed the tale into my own personal internal legend.
     [Shilleleigh for Geoffrey of Speraunce] “I think the official name was the Muckin' Tall Maul ... it was in the shape and nature of a stunted caber.” – Kevin Peregrynne

“I know Kevin was at this event but I thought he was King at this time. Maybe he attended as the Earl Marshal. I came in second to Richard at this one. Getting to be a habit.” – Jerald of Galloway

“Was this the one in Hans Hansens Arena. It certainly sounds like it. If so, I remember that they moved the horses out in the morning and us in. The ground was interesting, to say the least, and no one particularly wanted to fall down when they were killed in the fighting. This may be the event where we started the ritual maiming of Steingrim. Every coronet he was ready, he was hot, and he got injured in the warm-ups. Sometime later Bill and I went to him at a coronet and ritually maimed him with something like a straw on the elbow. He won that one.
     “The weather all through the event involved rain, sleet, hail, and sunshine in about equal measure.” – Steven MacEanruig

“As I remember it, this was the tourney where I qualified to fight. My opponent only wore a freon-can helmet and a skimpy rabbit-skin loincloth. Anyway, when it came time to fight I was told that my sword was too short. I didn’t have any of my own at the time and I always used Kevin’s old broken castoffs. I ended up fighting with a borrowed sword and even though I won, I had a hard time because I didn’t know how to fight with something that long. Needless to say this wasn’t the last time my weapons or armor caused embarrassment for the Earl Marshall. On the mundane side of the story, Kevin, Patti and I stayed with Sir Jerald of Galloway and my car broke down (alternator) in the rain on the trip back.” – Rand of Dunbar

“That sounds like Gilmiron of the Blue Flame. He and his Lady had the same sort of outfits, her's being a bit more than his.” – Jerald of Galloway

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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