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Aoife the Celt

Heir's Address to the High Realm

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* The Krónjarla of Stormark, Lady Aoife the Celt, is walking up the Law Rock to deliver the annual Rejoicing the High King Day Address as required by Article 3 of the Law Rock Address Statute. She is holding a little girl of noble birth called Lady Ljúfvina Geirdiarfrsdottir by the hand. Lady Aoife was so impressed by Lady Ljúfvina's past performances during various ceremonies throughout the High Realm that again she selected Lady Ljúfvina to play a part in the Heir's Address to the High Realm.

 

Lady Aoife is dressed in a magnificent Imperial Court Dress. She is also wearing the Insignia of the Grand and Glorious Imperial Order of the Two Silver Longships, an ancient Celtic Circlet, diamond earrings, and a copy of the Brísingamen. Lady Ljúfvina Geirdiarfrsdottir is dressed in the Eidskog Upphlutur costume, the traditional women's costume of the Traditional District of Eidskog, the Traditional District in the Jarldom of Eidsivathing where she is hailing from. The little noble lady is also carrying a precious parchment scroll with the poem that lady Aoife is going to recite.

 

Having arrived at the top of the Law Rock, Lady Aoife and Lady Ljúfvina smile and wave to the huge crowd that has gathered at the foot of the Law Rock. The crowd bursts into cheers when they see the Lady Law Speaker of the Althing and the little noble lady. She then gives Lady Aoife the parchment scroll with the poem. Crown Princess Aoife then commences to recite the poem. *

 

"Now is the season of rejoicing;

Earth to us her bounty has shown.

Throughout the summer gentle rains and

Fierce thunderstorms have watered our land.

Hail Ingvi Frey and hail mighty Thunderer,

Hail to the day and the sun's golden light.

Hail to the elves and hail to the land wights,

Hail to the Earth who feeds us all.

 

Rich fields of grain as gold as Sif's hair

Are cut and baled for winter's hay.

Bees' golden treasure now is fermenting;

Next summer we'll have mead to share.

Hail Ingvi Frey and hail mighty Thunderer

Hail to the day and the sun's golden light.

Hail to the elves and hail to the land wights,

Hail to the Earth who feeds us all.

 

Fruit-bearing trees no longer are laden.

Preserved and dried that fruit will sustain.

Veggies are canned and down in the cellar there

Hangs a profusion of onions and squash.

Hail Ingvi Frey and hail mighty Thunderer

Hail to the day and the sun's golden light.

Hail to the elves and hail to the land wights,

Hail to the Earth who feeds us all.

 

Milkers are dried and no longer milking but the

Cheese that we have will last 'til spring.

Now that the slaughter tide is ended

We've meat to freeze and dry and feast.

Hail Ingvi Frey and hail mighty Thunderer

Hail to the day and the sun's golden light.

Hail to the elves and hail to the land wights,

Hail to the Earth who feeds us all.

 

And though we may not all work the land

We know it's her yield that keeps us alive.

So we give thanks for this bountiful harvest and for

Our jobs which keep our own tables full.

Hail Ingvi Frey and hail mighty Thunderer,

Hail to the day and the sun's golden light.

Hail to the elves and hail to the land wights,

Hail to the Earth who feeds us all."

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