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Heir's Address to the Empire

Aoife the Celt

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* The Crown Princess of Stormark, Lady Aoife the Celt, is walking up the Law Rock to deliver the annual Foundation Day Recital of the Laws of Stormark 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 performance during the State Visit from Batavia, where the little noble lady had welcomed King Arkadius and Queen Charlotte in their own language, Dutch, and given the Batavian Queen a bunch of flowers, that she selected Lady Ljúfvina's to play a part in the Heir's Address to the Empire.


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 Thanedom 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. *


"Will glee and glory come on the latest day?

Or gloom and glum at night be drawn the lot?

A wholesome husband may wonder but worries not:

All his cunning he gave to kith and kin at the start.


Whether Wyrd brings weal or woe while life still lasts,

Is a question best left unknown to the sons of men.

It is not his to choose fair weather or foul,

or the hour of the Ancestors' Calling.


All that really need be known,

As each new moment is laid down and rested,

Is that to his kith and kin he is gladly given,

whether with his life or his death he does them honour,


As Wyrd requires, So must it be.


As Wyrd brings the rising and falling of the tides,

lays low the mountains and makes high the lowlands,

brings wights into being and then unshapes them,

hurls stars across the nine heavens,


Never the same moment twice,

is Wyrd's decree.

Change is mighty Wyrd's domain.

So must it be.


So the wholesome husband may wonder but worries not.

He finds as much joy in giving rise to life,

as he finds in giving his death should Wyrd require.

In any event, he bravely gives it gladly,


Knowing his folk are the well whence he sprang,

and to which he shall return,

when the Ancestors shall come calling,

and living kin shall toast his glory.


So must it be."

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