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I wrote this as a potential letter that a knight may write unto his wife before he leaves for a final battle which he may never return home from. But in truth it could be any soldier out there who leaves behind a family and a land he loves and wishes for it to be free! Please look up the "Black Hawk Down" version of the the song "Minstrel Boy," I have included the song lyrics here as well and you read the story listen to the music and it gives a richer more powerful meaning to the words.




Another Knight’s Tale From The Shadows:
The Changing Of The Guard For The Ages!

By

Artorius


My Love –when thou doth lay down to rest this long and weary night
Think of me and think of what I was as a man and as a husband!

Remember me unto our children as a man once a great warrior of the people;
And how proudly I sat astride my noble war-steed; burnished armor glistening in the sun and battle standard unfurled!
Kiss them softly upon the brow and tell them many tales of mine own bravery and courage!
Remember me unto them as a good father and a man of great laughter and strong love!
For I doth love them greatly—and thee my Heart of Hearts!

Let them know naught of mine own fears now!
For I go to fight one last battle with the enemy of man!

A battle I fear I shalt naught evade nor shalt I survive

And my heart and soul are filled with a great fright for I never shall see them or thee again in this life!

My Love—My dearly Beloved how dost a man face up to his own mortally?
For only the High Father Lord Ariön doth knowest what my final fate may be!

My Love—My dearly beloved a man may face many fears and he doth learn to over come them….
…But this—from whence it comes is the final fear of all….the unknown….
…The End of all things by an Evil so great it must be confronted by other men--soldiers such as mine own self!
And many of us fathers and husbands have gathered to meet this great foe of mankind!

Mayhap one day that thou and the children mayest come to accept my deeds this day
Mine own heart is breaking at the thought of never seeing their faces again…

…nor hearing their voices raised in loud laughter and in song!

For am I the most foolish of men—but thou doth knowest that as a man I goest too….
Destroy a great and ancient evil that would consume all that is good and pure here within this land!


My Love let naught mine own heart and soul ever be forgotten and all that I doth love!
This great and wonderful land that smells of milk and honey and is teaming with life!
When thou doth look upon the green grass of these meadow thou shalt think of me…
…when thou doth taste the cool and sweet waters of the streams then thou shalt see my visage!


My Love when thou doth feel the warmth of the sun upon thy cheeks it will be my hands comforting you in those hours of need!

And when thou doth feel the gentle caresses of the wind upon thy cheek it will be my tender kisses that touch thy cheek with love—for thou art happy and free and safe with our children!


Let naught my sacrifice be in vain---but rather let my passing into the ages be as….
…a celebration of all that is good and true within the beating heart and soul of a man!

My Love---My dearest Beloved most blessed of women it was my curse to endure thy great beauty!
Thy skill and craft and thy wit and wisdom are second unto none!

Many are the times that thou wast very even handed to control my great temper with thy kindness!
Certainly thy patience was truly tried by my dark moods and my lack of patience!
But thou didst believe in me as a man and as a husband and a father!
Many are the times that thou stood with me—alone even against those shadows of darkness that approached!

Thy immense courage and thy strength were all within thy heart and soul.
Yet thou didst dare to stand with me in that hour of stygian darkness!
Let naught this passing be without hope and faith in a world built upon hate or evil but of goodness and beauty…
Where true life and love are sown for all to enjoy and take pleasure within that path.

My Love I will naught say unto thee goodbye this day but only Good night!
Rest well My Beloved and know that my hands soothe thy gentle brow today and always!

Good journey unto you and our children my Love---My Beloved Lady---My Heart of Hearts!

As I goest to fulfill mine faithful duty know and always remember this…

….One day we will meet again never to be parted again My Love!



Knights Code of Chivalry:
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The Knights Code of Chivalry and the vows of Knighthood
Described in the Song of Roland:
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• To fear God and maintain His Church
• To serve the liege lord in valor and faith
• To protect the weak and defenseless
• To give succor to widows and orphans
• To refrain from the wanton giving of offence
• To live by honor and for glory
• To despise pecuniary reward
• To fight for the welfare of all
• To obey those placed in authority
• To guard the honor of fellow knights
• To eschew unfairness, meanness and deceit
• To keep faith
• At all times to speak the truth
• To persevere to the end in any enterprise begun
• To respect the honor of women
• Never to refuse a challenge from an equal
• Never to turn the back upon a foe

The End



The Minstrel Boy!

By

Thomas Moore
[1779 – 1852]


The Minstrel Boy to the war has gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The Minstrel fell!
But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he love'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"

During the American Civil War a third verse was written by an unknown author, and is sometimes included in renditions of the song:


The Minstrel Boy will return we pray
When we hear the news we all will cheer it,
The minstrel boy will return one day,
Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit.
Then may he play on his harp in peace,
In a world such as God intended,
For all the bitterness of man must cease,
And ev'ry battle must be ended.



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by Artorius

BEAUTIFUL
ANOTHER TOUCHING TALE KORD...KEEP WRITING, NEVER GIVE IT UP!!!...

( Posted by: rlwhodges [Member] On: October 19, 2009 )





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