Wilem de la Champagne
Don Wilem de la Champagne, known also as Don Porthos, was tragically killed in a motorcycle accident. During the Last Court of Duncan and Larissa, the Dons of Trimaris gathered in royal court for a moment of silence. The Ballard of Don Porthos as written by one James Highgate of Darkwater in A.S. XLVI His name was never known to me
among my journeys oversea but ale has a certain way of talking once men tire of their walking. Of Trimaris; I was quite new so strange found I, these lands of blue and white where Lord and Lady both did speak his name, and by their troth; in every book of honor writ, was he in word, and wiles, and wit. Yet from salt seas, on came salt tear for this hero that had fallen near. I knew him not, but looked about and from every eye did lament sprout. For man is judged by what he proves the lives that he’s touched and thus improves. In his honor came call to lyst, I knew I’d stand within their midst so thus moved I from where we stood and rode me on to the Wyvernwood. On every road, each passerby did stop to lay their flowers by. And yet I knew I stood apart for lacking in a war-torn heart. My armor new, my sword still shone I’d shed no blood, had won no throne. So came thus I, warrior bard, to stand within that hallowed yard. For on the eve of Hallow’s came, When veil is thin and set aflame did we stand to salute the Crown for to give him honor and renown. And yet, my friends, as you will see the tales had kept some notes from me. This hero was a joker, too; for down to the Lyst he straight-ways flew. We fought for honor and glory, and please, my lads, pray heed my story, for I say without a hint of fear that a shining figure did appear. That figure stood, blade a-ready A halo as his second’ry! So on we fought, and in his name, for Courtesy was our only aim. Some he blessed with the favored shots yet others were not well at spots. Until, at last, there stood but two Ladies of whom each other did woo. These ladies, foe and consort both, took they the field, and by my oath, I swear I saw that figure laugh, for to see such joy on his behalf. And as we laughed at such good sport he glanced around, a friendly sort of look that shone his fondness through for all that came and those that knew But as the victor crowned the day, this figure, he did fade away. For heroes live within our heart and in the legacies that they impart. Thus ends my tale, I tell you true, to let him be the best of you. For man is judged by what he proves the lives that he’s touched and thus improves. |
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