1) Eyrone (n.) – Eggs, also as eyren.
A wowndyt man schal kepe hym that he 3ete na
cheese, ne botur, ne /eyrone/, ne fysche of the see, ne
fruytte, ne flesche, but of a best that is geldit; and
he most kepe him fro fleschely talent wythe wymmen.
– Med. Rec. MS. Bright
2) Menge (v.) – To mix; to mingle.
All my dedys ben full derke,
For they ben /menged/ with deedly synne.
– MS. Cantab. Ff. Ii. 38
For the /menggyng/ of the noyse of the see,
And of the flodes that than salle be.
– Hampole, MS. Bowes
3) Totty (adj.) – Dizzy; reeling.
So /toty/ was the brayn of his hede,
That he desirid for to go to bede,
And whan he was ones therin laide,
With hymself mervailously he fraide.
– MS. Rawl. C. 86
4) Bonsour (n.) – A vault.
The butras com out of the diche,
Of rede gold y-arched riche;
The /bonsour/ was avowed al
Of ich maner divers animal.
– Sir Orpheo, ed. Laing, 325
5) Repunge (v.) – To vex, or goad.
I am the king of Persia,
A large and fertil soil;
The Egiptians against us /repunge/,
As verlets slave and vile.
– King Cambises
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1) Murne (adj.) – Sorrowful.
Ther lete we hem sojurne,
And speke we of chaunces hard and /murne/.
– Arthour and Merlin
2) Caboche (v.) – To bend.
There nedeth no more but to /caboche/ his heed,
alle the over jawes stylle thereon,
and the labelles forsayd.
– MS. Bodl. 546
3) Scellum (n.) – A thief. A cant term.
But if a drunkard be unpledg’d a kan,
Drawes out his knife, and basely stabs a man,
To runne away the rascall shall have scope;
None holds him, but cry, Lope, /scellum/, lope!
– Taylor’s Workes, 1630
4) Demester (n.) – A judge. The term is still retained in the Isle of Man.
A yoth was thenne /demester/
Of Israel foure score 3eer.
– Cursor Mundi, MS. Coll. Trin. Cantab.
5) Nubilated (adj.) – Clouded.
About the beginning of March, 1660, I bought accidentally
a Turkey-stone ring; it was then wholly serene;
toward the end of the moneth it began to be /nubilated/.
– Aubrey’s Wilts, MS. Royal Soc.
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Tabards in the SCA are used to distinguish baronies, households, kingdoms; just about any level there is involved in the SCA. Whether recognized or not. They can be long or short depending how what the person desires. Design wise they can be elaborate or basic depending on a few things. If you are just part of your local barony you will want to go with your barony colors. If you belong to a household in your barony you might want to add splashes of color of your household. Of course if you are under the king you will want the kingdom colors. However even a basic, single color tabard will work to fight in. And if you are even slightly adept at sewing and have a decent sewing machine, you can make a tabard.
A tabard is just a piece of cloth that basically hangs over the front and back of the body with a neck hole. Pretty simple to create, no arm holes to worry about. The problem can be if you have multiple colors as many baronies do. So having a pattern to use is quite helpful to make the tabard. I used a McCall’s pattern, number M8311. This is actually a tunic pattern that has sleeves but with some slight modification it was easily turned into a tabard pattern.
Now the pattern calls for five pieces but you only need four of them. It is because the fifth one is the fluer de lies they have as a decoration for the tunic. Unless your tabard uses those, they are unnecessary. Cut the pattern straight down. You will be cutting part of the tunic pattern off since you are not sewing the sides together. You will have to pin the top and bottom sections together to make them one piece since the tunic has the contrasting pieces as the top and bottom not front and back as my tabard is made. Again, of course, if your barony tabard is designed with the top and bottom contrasting you are all set. I have seen some household tabards this way so yours may not need to be modified at all.
I do suggest going with the pattern that is the XL-XXL size and using the XXL pattern if you are going over your armor with it. Most people put their tabard over their armor and you will need the bigger size for that. Of course some people are stocky and might need an even bigger size than that or put their tabard under their armor and thus need a smaller size. Think about where you will wear the tabard and how big your armor is before buying the pattern so you don’t get the wrong size or cut the pattern an incorrect size. You also want to get the right amount of material.
Speaking of material, buy a heavy material that can hold up. My first tabard I bought broadcloth and found out it was too thin. It will not last. Also if you have contrasting colors that go on the front and back, make sure you triple check before sewing the pieces together. You don’t want to have to ripe them apart and resew a seam. I recommend getting bias tape for the edge. While just sewing the edge works, it is not as nice looking. Maybe for a practice tabard. I also recommend having more than one tabard, one for practice and one for events. Keep the event one very nice looking, buy nicer material for it and maybe go with something cheap for the practice one. Or if your first attempt isn’t what you thought it would be, use that for the practice tabard.
1) Setille (n.) – Seat.
Apon the /setyl/ of hys majeste
That day sal alle men before hym be.
– Hampole, MS. Bowes
2) Chinch (n.) – A miser.
Every avowter or unclene man that is a glotun or
/chynche/ schal never have erytage in the rewme of
– Wimbelton’s Sermon, 1388, MS. Hatton 57
3) Fryke (adj.) – Fresh; active; lusty.
Thys day a man ys fresche and /fryke/,
And schewyth forthe a gladly chere.
– MS. Cantab. Ff. ii. 38
4) Minch (n.) – A nun. The nunnery at Littlemore is still called the
There was a mynchun withinne that abbay tho,
The wheche was come off hey3e lynage.
– Chron. Vilodun
5) Knape (n.) – A lad; a page.
Ac right now a litel /knape/
To Bedingham com with rape.
– Arthour and Merlin
So felle it that this cherlische /knape/
Hath lad this mayden where he wolde.
– Gower, MS. Soc. Antiq. 134
As a fantasy writer you get ideas from everywhere and no where all at the same time. Some days a ton of ideas hit you and you just go with one or two or them. Other days nothing comes and you just go with what you have already or don’t worry about it. You can force yourself to write but you can’t force it to be good. But there are some days when the clarity just hits you hard and you know what you write from this piece of inspiration will be great, no matter what anyone else says.
Being part of the SCA has been a great experience for me in many ways. I have learned a lot about myself and what I can and can not handle. I have learned more about my tolerance for pain. And it is very funny how years ago when I did not think I could take the hits in heavy weapons, that now I show off my bruises. But watching some of the fighters who have been doing this for a while are a highlight.
One of them I am still terrified to fight. It is not that he is better than me, which actually means nothing because I have fought other people better than me and survived. He is just intense. In melee he either races in ahead of everyone else and dies or takes out three to four people before the rest of the group catches up. He is scary to watch. This intensity is seen in single combat as well
What does this have to do with writing and inspiration? That image of him racing in to fight during the melee must have made an impression on me because the other night I woke up to it and thought how there is a story to it. I am not sure just what yet but I know that since I saw it with such clarity a tale will emerge over the coming weeks.
There are times, such as these, that I wish these flashes of greatness would come sooner and faster so I could be the great published writer I want to be. And I am sure some would say it takes me writing all the time to be that person. In a way I do not disagree. But at the same time when I have seen some people forced to write, it has not been as good as when inspiration has hit. So I say write when the inspiration hits.
This past weekend was another local event. In our kingdom local is defined as anything that is within an hour and half drive, at least for the “peasants”. Royalty is supposed to make as many events as possible. Depending on where they live this can be difficult with mundane lives and how far some events are, but I digress. Not only was I going but I had decided to have a new experience and retain that day.
Retaining is where you follow a member of royalty around and fill their cup, hold whatever they have in their hands (sans their cup), and make sure they don’t do anything really. For some royalty it’s an easy job, for others it’s not. It depends on the person, what they are doing, time of day, etc. I had volunteered to do it, provided I could fight later in the day. And when the schedule came out I was retaining for the King first shift, 10-12.
This event was an hour away. Being how I am more active this time around in the SCA I wanted to attend. A friend of mine was going and so we decided to carpool. It is also nice that he has a big van so he drove and we could pile all our stuff in his van. Unfortunately the morning was not to be ours. We got a late start. And we got lost a few times. I kept calling my friend Sven for directions. I was grateful for cell phones more than ever on this day. We arrived 20 minutes before I had to retain. I had been hoping to get there early enough to get my armor inspection and then change into my other garb.
Instead I had to jump out at Troll (where you pay the site fees), jump back into the car to be driven down to the field (too long to walk), change into my dress garb in the van (again thankful for tinted windows), then race to find the king and arrive just in time to begin my retaining time. Luckily my friend unloaded all my stuff and set up my cover shade for when I was done.
Retaining is at once boring and very interesting. You have to be deaf for the most part, especially with the king or queen, since they talk about the most important things. The worst part about my retaining was the first forty-five minutes when the king had a meeting with several knights. I will be good and not say what it was about since I was trying to be deaf. It was terrible standing in the sun. At 10 am you would not believe it would beat down so much, but it does. I spent part of the time watching a hawk flying in the sky and a good deal watching across the field for people I knew, seeing who was arriving and setting up their sites. The rest of the time wasn’t too bad. Some in the royal tent where I could watch the list field (and yell at one of my friends as he was authorized and the king just laughed at me). At one point I even saw one of my friends get squired to one of our new knights. I cried at that.
I was glad to be done though. Standing for two hours is hard when you are not used to it. And even though we spent part of the time under the pavilion, we also spent enough in the sun that I got sun burnt (no time for sunscreen with when we arrived remember?). I would do it again but probably not at every event. Unfortunately the heat and sunburn made me not up to fighting. But one of my friends did put it in a good perspective. It’s a hobby, do what you want.