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.
Springtime it is and Sonne wol come or so they Says
Alle Y see are muddie fyldes and Hailstones
Ay Ay Newe lambes die in daes
All oure Cowes no milch can raise
Sorregh and murn and fast.
Sommer it is no rayne wol we... more
Step up, me boys, the battle lines are drawn here.
Let us teach our enemies what it means to fear.
This land's more precious then jewels or ancient gold.
In it beats a heart of honor our foe they can not hold.
So raise the... more
Fire brings comfort and warmth to the weary,
It lights our dark path through the night.
It dances and plays on the... more
Many great lords this land has beheld.
And ladies of grace in this kingdom do dwell.
Brought to their peerage and... more
Olivier de Bayonne is a young trobador from Gascony in the mid-twelfth century. Falling on hard times during his youth, he sold his poetic skills to a traveling Saxon joglar and his wife (Efenwealt Wystle and Aenor d'Anjou), both of whom entertained the English court. Coming to the fair shores of Atlantia, Olivier took up the sword as well as the song in order to try and prosper far better than he did in southwestern France and Catalonia, following the fashion of young noblemen at home in Occitania. This has served him well, for he was recognized by the Atlantian monarchs as a worthy trobador and made a member of the Order of the Laurel.