This website serves as an unofficial chansonnier—that is, a book or collection of songs and poems—of several troubadours (who may style themselves singers, musicians, poets, bards, minstrels, and sundry other names) throughout the Society for Creative Anachronism. In addition to songs and poems, this site also presents prose fiction and research essays from the society's talented participants. There should be a little bit of something for everyone: entertainment, education, distraction. Hopefully you will find at least one of these to bring you some enjoyment. Check back often, as well, to see what further troubadours (and various works) have been added to the virtual leaves of this folio.
Hwaet! His fair name Harold do we hail, highest of the hlafords, our heahcyning.
Honored the oath-keepers all, offered rings to bind the oath.
Wyrd wove him into those ways; War and weeping were his lot.... more
Blood-worm bound to battle,
Bring to us a kindom.
Sing the sweetest death song;
Send unending crow cries.
May the Midrealm prosper;
May the dragon never die.
Swing yous sturdy short-swords;... more
Wil would be a woman
Were lords not so sword-bound.
So spear-shy he does seem;
Shield-maidens have slain more.
Dorian, poor damsel
Does dote on the poor fool,
Though two terms from touching
There be no seed to... more
In Middle’s dawning, there was once a king
Who thought to send Middle and East to war.
Cariadoc, he sent word to the East,
A letter with an arrow, threatening
To bring their certain doom, and to unite.
And so began the... more
Fennic's songs are most often heard on the battlefield or late at night around a campfire, where fighters and their supporters (beloved inspirations, escudiers, and the like) are most often found rejoicing in celebration after a day of honor and glory. Her melodies are as memorable as her verses, and the cadences she uses makes it all the easier for one to pick up on the nature of a song and join in as it is being performed.