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The tales of
or, a Michigan Wolverine in the Lands of the
Dragon
Tales: Yes, Your Excellency
Of my SCAdian Device (Coat of Arms), and the stories behind
611 1/2 E. William Street, Ann Arbor, is a gothic, imposing structure; a
narrow
winding spiral staircase opens up to a grand feasting room, with electric
candles in candlebras, wood paneling and polished wooden floors, high
walls peaking to a cast iron and plate glass broad center skylight,
through which the stars would be visible if the lights were down, as they
were, that night.
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The golden flicker of candles, the rich aromas of
sumptuous food and rich spirits, the sweep of wool and satin, velvet and
lace, fur and wool plaid, the glitter of silver chain and golden crown, of
bronze torc and peweter flask. And above all the roar of laughter, the
bubble of merry conversation, the warmth of cameraderie, as we in Cynnabar
welcomed our newest members at revel that November evening...
It
was my second anniversary in Cynnabar; for it was a year before, at a
Newcomer's Revel like this one, that I had attended my first formal SCA
event, and many merry adventures I have had since, in tales told and to be
told among these pages. Many in the room I was now lucky to count
as friends. And where a year ago I was the newcomer, now I was telling
tales and sharing stories, of all I had been so lucky to be a part of. And
where a year before I had been in borrowed garb, I now had garb of my
own... as well as the magnificent favors tucked at my belt, of which many,
newcomer and veteran SCAdian alike, asked.
I was far from the only SCAdian in the room with a belt favor. But most
are printed ink on cloth; or at most patches sewn together to form a
picture, or stiches to form the outline of a design. A piece that was
solid embroidery is, for reasons of sheer number of hours required,
extraordinarily rare; and thus through the evening many asked me about the
two pieces on my belt, for surely behind such a grand work must be an
equally grand tale...
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A winged cat on a field of quartered royal purple and midnight blue, with
a green chervon on the lower field; these were the personal arms I had
chosen for myself. They were not, strictly speaking, legal by the rules of
heraldry adopted by the SCA -- a separate, simpler design was attempted,
and will be formally resubmitted, for permanent registry in the SCA's
Armorial -- but that design is the one I had chosen. It is said that one's
personal arms is in some sense a telling of one's own story in the
language of images, and it was with that in mind that I had designed my
arms -- a story of the friends whose kindness and generosity had brought
me to the SCA itself. | |
Think where man's glory / Most begins and ends; / And say that my glory
/ Was that I had such friends. These immortal words WB Yeats penned,
and they capture that which is, in a real sense, a theme of my life. All
that I have been lucky enough to have the chance to do and to become, in
entirety comes from the generosity and kindness of loving family and
marvelous friends; my life in the SCA no different. And to honor those who
brought me to the world of the SCA -- who first informed me and encouraged
me to seek out the world of medieval recreation -- that was the underlying
theme which formed my arms.
As told elsewhere, it was my close friend
Constantine Blackhart who had first showed me there was a Dream to be a
part of, and who is my SCAdian mentor and godfather, so to speak. He gave
me also the belt pouch, and the black hat, which are indispensible parts
of my SCAdian life and ensemble. He has
since registered arms with a central design of an ankh; but at the time I
created my arms (2002), among his thoughts was to make on his arms a
gargoyle. Gargoyles not actually being period (i.e., historically
accurate) components of a medieval device, the nearest heraldic equivalent
was a winged cat. And so I chose a winged cat for the heart of my own
arms, borne in his honor.
Gathered for Maryland RenFaire, 2004:
from L to R, me, Maggie, Morwen and Constantine
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For Morwen, close and dear friend also told of in history, and of countless other stories beside,
she chose Midnight Blue. For another dear friend, the Lady who in fact had
introduced me to Constantine and Morwen years before, for Maggie she chose
her favored purple. (Purple which she sometimes even dyes her hair, much
to her children's amusement. :-) ) |
For Ceara ni Brid of Calontir, the green that is her color; for Anlon the
Wanderer, who gave me my first set of garb and the leather belt upon which
the favors hang, the chevron, similar to the peaks from her own arms; the
green chevron together also for William, comrade from medical activist service, fellow
MD/PhD, and teller of and player in stories, the green chevron the
traditional heraldry of a physican like him. Together, a story of the
friends and fellows who led me to Cynnabar, Cynnabar where I met yet more
merry folks, from Magda onwards...
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Gathered at Ceara ni Brid's wedding
to the honorable Alistair,
2006
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Meanings more are encoded within the design of my arms; additional
significances behind the choices of colors and symbols; personal meanings
behind the arrangements and patterns. But those be not relevant to this
story; and tales for another day.
But to return to the tale at hand; that evening, many a comment the favors
at my belt drew from those there celebrating, surprise at the exquisitely
detailed, extrodinarily unusual favors -- formed of hundreds and even
thousands of individual hand-placed stitches; extremely unusual it was for
anyone to have one, let alone as I had *two*. The smaller, black one from
my friend Jenny from Texas; the much larger white one another gift from
Morwen, the same Morwen who had first mischieviously introduced me to the
world of dance.
One can only imagine the countless hours it took Jenny to
finish her gift to me, and the still larger number of hours Morwen
invested in hers; and both incredibly humbled and completely surprised I
had been when I had been surprised in turn with each. And of those
surprises, and the friendships I had with each of them, I told in answer
to those who asked me; and of all the friends who were represented upon my
arms, and the parts they had played in my tale; and of other surprises,
like the amazing little stuffed teddy bear knight that another friend,
Thena, made for me bearing my arms, as seen here, and so many more. All these tales I told, as dusk
became evening and bread gave way to meat gave way to savories and sweets
and wine...
There was a point in the evening when, as I finished another retelling, a
grizzled gentlemanly Baron leaned back in his chair, eyeing appreciatively
again the works on my belt. "You have some pretty extraordinary friends,"
he smiled.
Yes, your Excellency, I replied, with a broad smile of my own.
Yes, I do.
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