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Stephanus Marcus 17

Book 1
Canto 4
Verses 2 and 3

With bright red shield doth Sinefred lead his line,
and thunder roars of coming lancer knights.
Attacking mails include the hunting nine
that used Charles's peregines in killing flights.
Now might will say who holds the title rights
to Broughton Place until the Judgement Day.
For we do know that justice seldom slights
the strongest side and makes their rights God's way.
Duke Morley's knights in headlong strike present their say.

The sudden jolting impact spear on shield,
the ringing, clashing sword against sharp glaive
brings home to liege the battle keen on field.
Now Morley sees his knights give way but save
the Leopard gold - it holds it place full brave.
Such valor may renew the face of fate,
but bright red shield doth enter fray now grave.
With swinging sword Sir Sinefred fights now late,
and aid from Cedric Sinefred strikes the Leopard great
Categories: broughton, england,
Form: Rhyme

Stephanus Marcus 14

Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 3
Verses 6 and 7

"Your father likes Stephanus Marcus most.
Together they now stay at Broughton Place,
with lines prepared to meet Duke Saint Charles's host.
Can knight allow your father know disgrace?
Think I not, my fair princess pretty face.
Duke Morley's life is my strong lover's prize.
For knight will guide your father safe with mace
through pines to safety though Sir Sinefred tries
to slay your father, my near knight will see he dies."

"And Guenevere, dear mother stays to wait
in chapel by herself to pray in faith
that Virgin intercedes in behalf of mate,
whose face in life again orbs see, not wraith.
Let's pray this day your sign is lilacs rathe.
Perchance Duke Saint Charles may not fight for dale,
and so with fate the battle may not scathe
our knights and lo there may not be sad tale.
Let's hope dear mother's nice devout prayers may not fail."
Categories: broughton, england,
Form: Rhyme


Stephanus Marcus 14

Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 3
Verses 6 and 7
"Your father likes Stephanus Marcus most.
Together they now stay at Broughton Place,
with lines prepared to meet Duke Saint Charles's host.
Can knight allow your father know disgrace?
Think I not, my fair princess pretty face.
Duke Morley's life is my strong lover's prize.
For knight will guide your father safe with mace
through pines to safety though Sir Sinefred tries
to slay your father, my near knight will see he dies."

"And Guenevere, dear mother stays to wait
in chapel by herself to pray in faith
that Virgin intercedes in behalf of mate,
whose face in life again orbs see, not wraith.
Let's pray this day your sign is lilacs rathe.
Perchance Duke Saint Charles may not fight for dale,
and so with fate the battle may not scythe
our knights and lo there may not be sad tale.
Let's hope dear mother's nice devout prayers may not fail."
Categories: broughton, england,
Form: Rhyme

Stephanus Marcus 13

Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 3
Verses 4 and 5

" Archbishop marries James and me in own
cathedral celebrating Day of Saints.
With whitish robe and amethystine stone,
pent hopes will be released of tied restraints.
Then my heart, free of mind's imposed constraints,
will soar to highths in rapture only dreamed.
And I shall never utter James complaints,
for praise of nobles, he is so esteemed.
Against God's old commandments laid ne'er he blasphemed."

" Your knight's away to Broughton Place this light
where mortal danger waits arrayed in lines
of Saint's swift chargers forward go and smite.
But knight is brave and he'll survive dense pines,
for fortitude is nice and intertwines
with courage, faith, and perseverance fine.
Your knight hath these beyond belief, it shines.
This plain assurance I give thee is mine:
In lilac time you'll see your knight, that seems you sign."
Categories: broughton, england,
Form: Rhyme

Stephanus Marcus 10

Stephanus Marcus Book I
Canto 2
Verses 8 and 9

Now tidings bringing grave alarm to Saint
doth make that noble seek advice from James.
Duke Morley's knights have taken control with taint
of Broughton Place; Charles gave Liege cursing names.
Lord Saint is tired of peregrines and games.
Prince James thought time was right to make Liege fight
for Broughton Place and suffer deadly shames.
A broken sword would lessen Morley's might
unfit for Richard use when he must face his plight.

Sir Sinefred, knight of Bleadershame, would lead
Lord Saint's contingent brave and bold to fight.
With heavy impact Morley's lines would bleed
for Sinefred always reels the foe to flight.
Lord Morley's knights in sway will feel Duke's might.
Then Broughton Place shall be once more set free
and Morley's great unfair thing be set right.
All Morley's knights will honor Saint's decree.
For he'll not tolerate a knight to disagree.
Categories: broughton, england,
Form: Rhyme


Stephanus Marcus 6

Stephanus Marcus Book I
Canto 2
Verse 1
Duke Saint Charles carried falcon tame in cage.
Duke rode with James, King's brother, hunting game.
Their idol conversation played on rage
of Morley over Broughton Place of fame.
Now James disliked Morley's recent claim
to vale before his wedding feast took place.
Such banquet time for wife deserved acclaim
and Liege should wait accepting dale with grace.
Duke Morley needn't use the weapons sword and mace.
Categories: broughton, england,
Form: Rhyme

Stephanus Marcus 5

Stephanus Marcus Book I
Canto I
Verses 8 and 9

Swords, bucklers, "apparatus belli" seen,
all shields escutheoned by their family sign.
Pass gate, across bridged moat, on road called Queen,
ranks coursed their way toward Broughton Place of pine.
Impedimenta came last most in line
with youthful squires and pikemen, archers bold.
Because of rain on cold food they would dine;
they'd eat at Lystrom Creek wet knights were told.
Such running stream was fine marked resting place of old.

Stephanus' squire pitched knight's tent by swift creek,
all battle weapons dried of rain and teamed
with pennant high on stave for those who seek
the Sire of Playston Manor oaken beamed.
Man's shield was blazon leopard gold it seemed
to rise from sea of azure bright as sky.
Round buckler gold against the stave was deemed
to be the grandest shield of those near by.
It leaned against the pole and told of valor high.
Categories: broughton, england,
Form: Rhyme
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