Order of the Laurel called.
Three who will speak for me - Isolde, Mira and Hlutwige.
I am called into court. Ulfredsheim processes in from back and stops well short of the Order.
(I continue on to front)
Isolde releases me from fealty, and she and Mira put a belt of six colors on me. I swear fealty to TRMs upon the Crown of State. Medallion, circlet. Rise and greet the Order.
(I step to the center)
I would beg a boon of Your Majesties. In the tradition of my house, I would swear an oath before You, the members of the Order and the populace.
(Ulfred brings me a horn of my mead.)
I stand before you now as a master of the clarseach, the harp. But what of the other skills that a true bard of the highest calling must possess? That of the filidh, the poet; the seannachaidh, the storyteller; the brehon, the wise counselor?
All these will I learn, though well it may take me to the end of my days. I will endeavor to teach all who seek, for knowledge itself is a living thing, and so it is carried through the ages. By doing so, the knowledge will live on, and I may serve the people, my peers and the Crown of An Tir.