Lost Psalms of Kantilles' Faith

Introduction

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As a project for the General of the Shield, and service to

the history of the Knighthood, I, Dame Datai Amberillo,

have been reviewing my old tomes and notes of years past.

In my research I found these old songs of Kantilles' faith.

While not one of our chosen deities in the Knighthood,

understanding Nadrik's brother will grant us compassion in

dealing with our magical allies, and appreciating the good

magic that fills our lives.

I do not know who has authored these songs for the most part.

Those that I do know something of, are noted. The greater

part of my personal library came from my friends in the old

Order of Austinians.

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A Prayer for a Student - a song of Hengst PferdRitter

Teacher, oh Teacher, finest master mage,

No one ever told me that I would be a teacher when I came to age.

Now I have students, and them I cannot fail,

But what do I do when into the wind one of them wishes to sail?

Teacher, oh Teacher, what do you do,

When a student brings home a spell that's foreign to you?

I could forbid him to cast it, claim it would lead him astray,

But the paths to good are many, and perhaps he should find his own way.

Teacher, oh Teacher, I look to the full moon.

Magic is in the air now, and he'll need to level soon.

Neither juggle or study spellcraft; nor two daggers will he wield,

Falls from his horse; gods forbid he try to strike anything with his shield.

Teacher, oh Teacher, I'm at wits end.

This human cannot be taught, so away for a miracle I must send.

May our Father bless him, and brother Nadrik forgive his sin,

For this noble little human's only wish, is to serve the light as a paladin.

Teacher, oh Teacher, the moon rises and the tide flows in.

I think I know what to do now; it has been a long path for him,

But he is almost there now, and this tide will not abate.

For gods sakes I think he could ride a unicorn, at least send him a mate.

Teacher, oh Teacher, finest master mage.

No one ever told me that I would be a teacher when I came to age.

Now I have students, and they will not fail,

For we will cast a magewind, and into the light we will sail.

- Lioness Tygereye, Leader of the Order of Austinians

Note: This song most certainly does have something to do with the

Knighthood. It is a prayer, almost certainly written by Lioness Tygereye,

for Hengst Pferdritter. Hengst had been a warrior of the Austinians, and

was sent to the Knighthood to train as a Paladin. I knew him, he was

generous and kind, probably to a fault some would say. More about this

paladin is recorded on the scroll "The History of Hengst PferdRitter" in

the history section of the library.

A Song of Kantilles' Forgiveness

Forgive us, oh Teacher, our mistakes as students,

Our notes may fall flat and falter,

On line or verse forgotten without a psalter,

Left in the lab, which we razed as elephants.

Chorus:

Through the mistakes we make,

We will remember Your refrain,

To learn, to do right, in Your name,

To dispel evil in the White Moon's wake.

Forgive us, oh Teacher, our mistakes as we learn,

To seek You in our every spell and song,

In our quest we may answer wrong,

Let us continue the arduous task till wisdom we earn.

(Chorus)

Forgive us, oh Teacher, our mistakes as we explore,

A vast world compared to the trails we have already flown,

With a head of knowledge small compared to the unknown,

When we stumble abroad, it is to You who we look for.

(Chorus)

Note: This seems similar to the other work by Lioness, but

I have no record one way or another as to who wrote it.

A Prayer for Warriors

Thy wit and wisdom Master of Mages,

Doth temper well the steel of war.

As we march through the ages,

The warrior's way doth only take us so far.

Tis battle to be done!

But without good faith 'naught tis won.

Keepth us wise and pure,

Let not love of blood be in our head.

Keepth our blades strong and sure,

But let us love and give life instead.

Let us commit folly not,

Lest we become that which we fought.

In this I pray, for every warrior who hath lost their way, may we know thy

forgiveness when we are united after our last battle with thy greatness.

- Paynifier Ahalin, Warrior of Kantilles, Defender of the Austinians

Note: This was in a hymnal published by the Priests of Austinian,

in the Order of Austinians. The complete hymnal contains various songs on

Austinian and the other Gods of Good. A copy is in the Keep library.

I included it in the book, since the praise of Master of Mages seems

to be on topic for this collection.

A Psalm Praising Research

Each spell has been researched in a manner vast,

The time invested to create it far eclipsing,

The power of the spell when finally cast,

A successful creator to be left wondering,

Was the time invested a mistake, a waste?

To give up so much a lifetime to candlelight,

Study at night, missed calls that one cannot replace,

Unfair, to give so much to gain so little might,

But lo, this spell is sung by every student it is passed,

Endless is the power when together we are amassed.

Note: Author unknown. This song could almost be for any god

of magic, or an anthem for the Conclave itself.

A Psalm Praising Cooperation

Blessed is a single song to the crescent moon,

A delicate and graceful sliver of light,

Growing with songs sung through the night,

Nurtured by a singer, wishing it full soon.

Blessed is a duet sung in tandem,

Carefully blending two voices as one,

Growing and learning has only just begun,

Two lit by a half no longer singing at random.

Blessed are we to sing in chorus,

Gather all in Kantilles' choir in song,

Each singer brings a voice, none wrong,

Summoning the full moon to shine for us.

Note: Author unknown. Another on the subject of

the power of magic users working and researching together.

An Anthem for Kantilles' Faithful

Fear not in the moonlight,

We need not hate and cower,

Look up and read the sky right,

Knowledge to end evil's hour.

The sins that spin lies and doubt,

To twist, obfuscate, and to route,

To turn from reason and true knowledge,

To uncertainty, cowering at dire edge.

But in Kantilles' grace we may go most bold,

Answers to conundrums we have read in tome we hold,

Which contained Knowledge greater than fear,

Lies and confusion dispelled by our teachers dear.

Blessed to learn, blessed to teach,

Magic's great power we reach,

With reason our right hand,

The curtain of fear we lift from the land.

The song we sing of truth and certainty,

To guide, explore and clearly see,

Evil's tools for what they are,

And clear the path of wisdom they would bar.

Note: Author unknown. I must say, as a knight,

researcher, teacher and writer, I find this anthem quite stirring.

Thus I left this best one for last. I hope these songs

may inspire other mages and magic users to use their powers

for Good.