May none who witnessed e'er forget
How Falcon and the Dragon met
Upon the tourney field once more,
But this time at the summer's war.
Invited to a tournament
Of glorious accomplishment
Herr Ritter and El Duque were,
To take each other's measure there.
When all combatants had their time
With their opponents in the climb
To claim a prize awaiting there
To give to someone's Lady Fair,
The match was down to these two sure,
Vert and argent, or and azure.
The final match, the best of three,
Determined who would winner be.
The first match and the third were won
By Sir Andreas o'er Duke Brion.
The Falcon took the Dragon's arm,
Then honorably himself disarmed
And point of honor gave to him,
Of Courtesy a synonym.
Each struck the other many blows,
And clean and true each one of those.
Yet though he won, Andreas knew
Of one more thing he had to do.
He praised the memory of a king,
Of Osis, of whom many sing,
Ealdormere's King, his reign cut short,
Of Caitlin Stuart, who since held Court.
'Twas Caitlin who inspired his arm,
In Osis' name to keep from harm.
Those who witnessed would ne'er forget
What Sir Andreas did do next.
Upon the field no eye was dry
Underneath that summer sky.
The prize, a necklace made of gold,
Of jewels that the sun made bold,
Did glitter brightly in his hands.
He made his way unto the stands
Where there did stay the royalty.
And there for the Known World to see,
And as I now relate to thee,
He dropped down on bended knee
And gave the necklace fine and rare
To Caitlin, Queen of Ealdormere