Clyde's Travels - Elevation to Chivalry at Meridies Spring Coronation at Iris Faire

Meridies Spring Coronation at Iris Faire
Montgomery Bell State Park
Burns, TN
17-19 April 2026

What follows is a correspondence sent to my good friend, Figimund of Faraway.

My elevation scroll on a shield by Ld Ronon of Axbridge

Unto the most esteemed Figimund of Faraway glad tidings and fond greetings from his Easaraigh hearth and home, Eoin Mac Cana, Meistr of the Pelican, Warden of the Northern Plateau and Knight of the Society for Creative Anachronism.

My good man, it has been some time since last I put quill to parchment for your eye to view. Please forgive my lack of attentiveness to our kinship. I hope the excellent news and retelling of recent events that follow will fill your soul with warmth and joy to make the missed time nothing of consequence.

I hope that you had heard the news from this past Fall, where the Good Earl, Benen MacTire, had announced during the Fall Crown List court that I, his squire, was to be elevated to the rank of Knight of the Society for Creative Anachronism. With the acknowledgement of the Order of Chivalry and the acceptance of the recommendation by Their Majesties, Chinua Khan and Jacqueline Khatun, I was called before court. There, in front of the Knights of Meridies and the populace present, I was commanded to sit vigil to contemplate the accolade (at a future date of my choosing).

Well, we had intended that the vigil and elevation for my ascension unto the Order of Chivalry would occur at the Kingdom War College and Fighter's Collegium in the month of January. Unfortunately, the north winds set in and old man winter did blow a gale of ice and snow upon our heads causing the event to be cancelled. But, I held onto my virtues of patience and humility tightly. I did not lament or find sorrow. 

We were able to reschedule to a future date and the Iris Faire and Coronation event would be the new venue of choice. I've been a squire of the chivalric path for a long time, as you well know. What is a couple more months in the bucket after all.

Squiring ceremony at Border Raids in 1993.

You were there that day in the summer of Anno Societatis XXVIII (1993). Do you remember? On the field at Border Raids in front of the Middle and Meridian Royalty. I got my award of arms that day. Count Hadi and Countess Ameraulde and the Aspiring household in attendance came to the front of court. Hadi read a script, the words escape me. But I remember the day and the bright sun and the happiness. He put the red belt of a squire on me along with the silver chain. That was a good day that brings me a smile still.

Many years past. I wasn't as true to the path as I would have liked to have been. My brothers, Griffin and Kyppyn, went on to become knights and Carlwyn would join the Pelican. Neglect overtook my squire's path. Griffin and Kyppyn would go on to make squires and knights of their own. Hadi would move away and, as you recall, we lost him in A.S. XLIX (2015). That loss was felt deeply.

One of my favorite pictures of Hadi and I.

He was my friend, my brother, my knight. I do not regret the time I spent with him as wasted. My relationship with him was more of friendship that anything else. I think that I valued his company more than the potential knighthood he could have helped me attain with his guidance. He and Ameraulde taught me much during those years. I learned the joy of service that would provide the foundation upon which I now stand. I learned to work with my hands and the pleasure of making things. I learned the comportment of a knight, whether I realized it or not. Those lessons and more were laid before me then. It was these teachings that I leaned into the most after he left us. That is where I found comfort as I slowly cleared the weeds from my squire's path and began to move forward again.

It was in this state, and the beginning of my return to the path, that the Good Earl Benen MacTire, as fate would have it, found me and accepted me into his house as a squire. It was the spring of A.S. LI (2017) at Gulf Wars. You know the man. He found fame and fortune in the land of Trimaris before moving to his holdings near our small Shire of Easaraigh. He was the first triple peer of his former kingdom. His renown is vast. And yet, I did not know of him nor had I ever heard of him. Goes to show how small my world was in the grand society as a whole. But, I came to know him after he arrived in our region. I would learn of his nobility and see the great franchise of his works. I would learn of the high esteem that those around him held. That night in his tent, with the good Countess Rosabel, his wife, present I would accept his offer and bond of kinship. A houndsman, the Good Earl sniffed out my shortfalls over the following months. With a gentle nudge here and a stiff reminder there, he sorted me out. My martial prowess rose. I learned of the wider world of the society. I took the skills I had and added to them under his tutelage. I developed into a good kings man and I did my best to be a good squire. These efforts and others led to the Order of the Pelican asking for me to join and I accepted.

Benen and I in 2017, finding our way and a good laugh in the process.

Being made a Pelican is something I cherish. It is an amazing recognition. But, it is the Chivalric path that I still sought and I stayed the course as a squire. A year later, my efforts found justification. When I least expected it, the words I wasn't sure if I would ever hear were said, 'Will you join us?' The Good Earl, true to his word and oath, advocated for me to the Order and they asked me to join them as a Knight.

Figimund, my journey was not a simple one to this accolade, as you well know. I did not come to it easily, nor timely. I was inattentive in the early days, appreciating the comradery over the potential reward. It took the loss of my dear friend to find my focus. With that focus, the fates put the Good Earl before me. His attention and direction helped me find the goal. I have been lucky to know two great mentors and share this journey with them. Great men that I am better for the knowing.

Benen and I in 2025 prior to my announcement for Chivalry.

So, we come to the Iris Faire and Coronation event this past weekend. I was placed on vigil during the vespers of Frīgedæg. There were three others also placed on vigil - Iain MacArthur (OP), Ricard of Glaedenfeld (OM) and Katerina of Soroya(OM). Many people came to see the four vigilants and share counsel.

TRMs Chinua Khan and Jacqueline Khatun along with TRHs Randver and Arianne sent us off to contemplate as the torches were lit around camp. Prior to me taking a seat, the Good Earl released me from my oath as a squire and I returned his belt and chain. Also at that time, We bade Countess Ameraulde forward, she was not expecting this. I then returned the belt, chain and spurs Hadi had given me all those years ago to her and asked for release from the oath to their house which she did. Thus, released from my oaths, I sat my vigil.

Countess Ameraulde, Earl Benen and I as the oaths where released.

I was grateful Mistress Fionnabhair and Ldy Isabetta di Rossi. They provided victuals and libations for the gathering late into the eve. While I did not partake, fasting as I was, I heard that it was a sumptuous offering.

My guards controlled the flow of visitors. I could not have asked for better protection from the throngs of gentles that were there jockeying for a chance to visit me. Many people came to offer counsel as I sat. It gave me much to consider. Good stories and laughter were also shared.

The was night was long. The crowd dwindled down to just me and the Good Earl. It was the early morning hours at this point. Much like the start of our relationship, it was he and I under canvas and a night sky. He left me there to contemplate and I did so the rest of the night. I watched the sun rise and the clouds flow across the sky. In the gentle dawns light, I heard the clanking of armor in the darkness approaching. As I held up my touch and saw an Armadillo approaching me in full kit. The animal moved with purpose. Our eyes met. He did not have much to say but continued past my vigil his message clear, the sound of his plate armor echoing in the glade. 

An armadillo.

Follow me knight… The journey is not over.

With the morning light setting in, I broke fast in the main hall then tore down my vigil tent and put everything away to prepare for the coming ceremony. I had quite a wait before I was called into court. The last court of Chinua Khan and Jacqueline Khatun was busy with many of the populace asked to attend and receive recognition. I, dressed in my elevation tunic that Ellen made for me, waited nervously outside the hall.

For my ceremony, there was only the basics of a script which the Good Earl maintained. He was called to court first.

He asked for the Order of Chivalry to attend. And they did. They then bade me to attend and I took my place kneeling at the feet of the great Khan and Khatun.

The worthies were then called to speak. Earl Robert Glendon of Auk spoke with humor and sincerity in equal parts. My knight, Earl Benen MacTire, spoke of pride and happiness. The Oloye Kehinde, Laurel, eloquently surprised and humbled me to my core with realizations I never knew about my effect on those around me. Baron Valdrikr Albriktsson, spoke to of this elevation being a recognition for what I already was. Masters Izzy and Corbin, for the Order of Defense, spoke of my perseverance and joy in what I do. Sir Griffin, for the Mark, humbled me further stating that I was 'the best of us'. And Padraig Brun, the man who was there at the start and taught me how to fight, told those in attendance I was a knight both in and out of the society. 

I can tell you, Figimund, that I have never known such humility as what was laid upon me by these fine, honorable people. I was raw with emotion. I laughed and shed tears. I trembled from the effort. My family there to witness with tears of their own in their eyes. It was then that the ceremony continued and I was reborn as knight.

The accoutrements were brought forth. First came my helmet by Lord Marek followed by my sword, made and delivered by Lord Sindri. Then my ax, justice, carried by Ld Sigmund.  Sir Mandin put on my spurs that Ld Sindri made for me. My banner was displayed for all to see by Duke Timothy and Duchess Ysmay. My wife Ellen, placed the white belt of a knight upon me. My brother, Ld Ronan of Axbridge then brought up my shield, which was also my knighting scroll (to my astonishment). Then the chain was placed upon me by the Khan. One from Benen, passed from his knight to me and one from Valdrikr. My fealty was given, Chinua Khan and Jacqueline Khatun responded in kind. Chinua Khan dubbed me a knight with the sword of state. Thus, I was girded and rose a Knight of the Society for Creative Anachronism. The ceremony was completed with the buffet, administered by the Good Earl as is his tradition. A kiss to either cheek and a strike to my chest that rocked me back a step. The deed was done. I probably have the order of events out of sequence, but I do not think I missed anything. 

His Majesty, Chinua Khan, performs the accolade.

I was asked during my vigil time a question concerning worth. 'What does this accolade mean to you?'. The first thing that came to mind was a quote attributed to Saladin during the siege of Jerusalem (from the movie Kingdom of Heaven) and I responded in kind, 'Nothing… Everything.' In this grand society we have created, we seek to make a world as it should be not how it is. This is the Dream we speak of.  Being recognized a knight in the Society means nothing, but everything. It is a statement of who I am, what I try to be and who people see me to be. All these things within the realms of the Society only exist because we believe they do. I am a knight because people believe that I am. Outside of the confines of our Dream, I am not any lesser of a man than I am within. I am many things and I am not perfect. But, the people believe me to be a knight and I will honor and safeguard their belief in me both within and without.

The remainer my day was spent with family and friends. We relived tales of 'back in the day' and rekindled friendships. It was a great day that I will not soon forget. I wish you could have been there my friend. It was a spectacle to behold. I will close with a list of gratitude for those who supported me in this effort and others. Should you see these people in the future, you will know their worth. I have much love and adoration for all of these gentles.

Thank you…

Mistress Ellen Delacey is my heart, clothier, and love. With her, all things are possible. I would not be a knight without her there supporting and encouraging me.

Count Hadi al Hadad and Countess Ameraulde the Honourable met me in the early days of my journey. They provided the sound footing that anchors my SCA presence. They are with me always, cherished.

Thank you to Elliot, son of Hadi, for giving me the chains and spurs from Hadi. These legacy accoutrements will hold a place of honor in my possession. Much love to you, nephew.

Hadi's chain and spurs.

Earl Benen MacTire and Countess Rosabel de Burgandy took me in from the wilderness and welcomed me into their house. They became my second SCA family. It is through them that I found my path again and attained this accolade. Thankful is not a strong enough sentiment.

To those who supported my night on vigil and my elevation ceremony, thank you. You will always be welcome at my hearth.

• Mistress Fionnabhair
• Ldy Isabetta
• Ld Ronan of Axbridge
• Ld Sindri Brynjarsson
• Ld Sigmund Nacht
• Ld Mongo Blackheart
• Kilat sa Mindanao
• Ldy Valka
• THL Martin de Bernay
• Ld Marek Arthurson
• Elliot of House Aspring
• THL Cassandra of Boseham
• THL Alessandra Sartor
• THL Medb with the Wolfdog
• Duke Timothy of Longbeddington
• Duchess Ysmay of Branston
• Sir Mandin Leon

For my worthies, your words of witness before the crown and populace took my breath away. Through your commentary, I know humility more intimately than I thought possible. I am grateful.

• Royal - Earl Robert Glendon of Auk
• Chivalry - Earl Benen Mactire
• Laurel -  The Oloye Omokehindegbegbon Ayoka Opo (Kehinde)
• Pelican - Sir Valdrikr Albriktsson.
• Defense - M. Jean-Azriel de Corbiner and M. Ysabel de Sancte Croix
• Mark - Sir Griffin O'Suaird
• Populace - ld Padraig Brun

To Ld Ronan of Axbridge, who in a legendary act of regifting of a shield blank I gave to him, gave me back a work of art that is amazing and beautiful. The full item is displayed in the first image of this entry. Below are some of the details and easter eggs contained within.

Mistress Caterina Angelique Coeur Noir presented a reliquary scroll to me in honor of my elevation. It was unexpected and an outstanding creation that is breathtaking to see. 

A reliquary scroll made by Mistress Caterina.

Ld Sindri Brynjarsson, blacksmith and artist, created a sword and spurs for me. With collaboration from Earl Benen, a scabbard was made for the sword and historical accuracy was achieved in the production. The creation of these gifts for me left me dumbfounded. I really don't know what to say as words seem to be inadequate. You both are amazing.

A replica of the Cawood sword made by Ld Sindri with a scabbard made by Earl Benen.

12th c prick spurs made by Ld Sindri.

To all the gift-givers and advisors who took time for me, thank you. I am wealthier for your attentiveness.

 

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Syr Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde', OP
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travels - Gulf Wars XXXIV

King's Arrow Ranch
Lumberton, MS
14-22 MARCH 2026

A sun sets on the Gleann Abhann highway.

Gulf Wars XXXIV Day 1

In the pre-dawn darkness did the Good Earl and I, Eoin, Warden of the Northern Plateau and squire of his house, set forth on an adventure to the lands of Gleann Abhann to attend the Gulf Wars camp held there annually by the Kingdoms of Ansteorra, Trimaris, Meridies and the land holder, Gleann Abhann in order to settle debts, renew friendships and rekindle rivalries. 

Our travel was peaceable until we noted that one of our mares was showing signs of illness. Soon thereafter, the animal went completely lame leaving us in a bad way on the southern reaches of the Barony of Iron Mountain. To our good fortune, we were able to get our wagon to a nearby stable, just off the highway and after some haggling the Good Earl found us a replacement animal locally from a farmer willing to loan us the beast.  In short order, we had the new draft hitched up and were back on the highway to the camp, leaving the ill horse behind in the care of the stable in hopes that it can be healed. 

Several hours had passed and we found the road we normally take was obstructed due to some unknown cause so we detoured to an unfamiliar route that pushed us even later into the evening, arriving at site just before the registrar scribes closed for the day. 

Our day, routinely for this event, would have had us onsite in around 8 to 9 hours from Easaraigh to the war camp. The obstacles presented to us today made the journey almost 16 hours. We both, are tired. 

Still with our camp to be established we headed to our designated spot to find a crowd had gathered. A call went out to the camp and many came to lend aid and help us. The Good Earl was moved to emotion at the sight of so many smiling faces who came in a time of need. In no time at all our tent was raised and trailer was unloaded. We are so grateful. 

The wealth of friendship is the most valuable thing in the world. 

Thus ends our day. As I listen to the Good Earl fast to sleep in his cot, my heart is full in the knowledge that tomorrow a new day dawns. We are in camp. We have been welcomed with arms wide open. And will now rest better, for the help of others.

A wealth of friendship greeted us.

Gulf Wars XXXIV Day 2

Not to bore you with the details, we worked today.

There was a lot to do to make up for the lost time yesterday. But, with help from Lord Sindri we were able to get the booth open for business late in the afternoon and had brisk sales for several hours. 

I made us a meal of chicken stew of supper. It was good and filling. 

An added bonus of our first 'after hours social' behind the tent rewarded our day. Time spent in these quiet moments sharing stories and ideas behind the tent by lantern light is the best part of the day.

Open for business.

Gulf Wars XXXIV Day 3

I spent today working the booth with the Good Earl. Our first full day of sales, there was still a lot of things to be done to get things in order to make the operation efficient. 

Business was brisk most of the day. This was good. Took the both of us at times to keep things moving along. 

I didn’t get much sleep last night due to a dazzling display of lightning that accompanied a storm that came through early in the morning. Luckily it was not very impactful to the working of the Gulf Wars camp. 

The following weather was much cooler. It was in the 40’s when we got up this morning. I was going to go to opening ceremony this morning but did not once I saw that we had mixed precipitation. Yes, we had rain and ice coming down after and 80 degree day yesterday. 

Just as well with the volume of customers that came through the booth once we opened.

There was a cold wind all day and once the sun went down a hard cold set in the night air. 

I delivered 2 shields this evening. With the Good Earl, I went to Southern Consortium camp to deliver a shield to Duke Timothy (pictured) that my wife Ellen had painted. He was ecstatic. This was a prize he earned through winning the Armatura Tournament at MGT 2025. Our second stop was at the GTG camp to deliver a war kite shield there. 

The walk was good and warmed us up as the cold settled in for the evening. We kept running into Earl Robert as we made our way through camp. Once at the Green Dragon and again as we entered GTG. Jovial banter was exchanged at each encounter. This ended when we stopped at the privy near 5 points and Earl Robert came out of a porta john and nearly bowled into me and accused us of stalking him. We all laughed. 

We made our was back to our refuge behind the tent. Tonight’s visitor was an associate seeking wisdom from the Good Earl. The discussion ran late into the evening. Knowledge shared. Wisdom was imparted. Another great end to a good day.

Duke Timothy and his prize shield.

Gulf Wars XXXIV Day 4

I worked in the shop today making adjustments and make sure the stock was where it could be found and sorted according. 

One of the cool aspects of working in a merchant booth is all the interesting people we meet and all of the stories I get to hear. I really like this aspect of it. It’s a good time with a lot of laughter throughout the day. But, as I said before, it is the quiet times before open and after the close that I really find the most enjoyment in. 

The slow start to the day in camp allows me to ease into the day and take my time getting going. The end of the day here ends in an impromptu social behind the tent and you don’t always know who is going to show up. It’s a very pleasant experience to be part of. These times in camp allow me to recharge from the mundane. 

Another cold and clear night here. Supposed to start warming up over the next few days. That will be a welcomed by all.

Duke Kurn and Earl Benen escort Duchess Maisie at the start of her elevation ceremony

Gulf Wars XXXIV Day 5

Hump day!  Today started early. The Good Earl went with me to deliver Allessandra Sartor’s A&S entry to the main hall for today’s competition. Her entry represented the Kingdom well and received good scores in the judging. 

After dropping off the A&S entry, we went by the Goode Bakery and got fresh baked goods for breakfast. That place always smells great. We sat and talked in camp for a bit then headed to the field.

The Good Earl took part in the ceremony for Duchess Maisie’s elevation to Chivalry. There were many friends there for the elevation. We socialized some the bore witness to the elevation. 

Afterward, back to the shop and opened for business. Good traffic in the shop over the day. During dinner break, we ate a meal brought to us by Master Thorkel. It was generous and very good. 

We reopened for midnight madness. Duchess Rebecca joined us and off we went. It was a fairly typical example of the affair. Many happy people, crowded tent and product going home with new owners. 

I’m tired now. Goodnight everyone.

The Good Earl, Duchess Rebecca and I at the start of Midnight Madness.

Gulf Wars XXXIV Day 6

I started my day with a trek over to the ravine, where a pre-battle court was held by Their Majesties. There, I saw Martin get inducted into the Legion of the Bear and I passed to him the bronze Madach bear claw that Sir Hrothgar passed to me when I was inducted. The passing of legacy regalia is a tradition of the order. It is a tie that binds us. I also witnessed the new members of the Order of the Sable Sword added to their rolls. 

The midday hours were spent in the booth selling wares. It was a slow, lazy day. Friends came by occasionally to visit, but it was mostly quiet. 

This evening I attended Their Excellencies Glaedenfeld in my capacity as a Baronial Champion for evening court. Many gentles received recognition including a ‘drive by’ elevation of Eric Martel into the Order of the Laurel. 

Our day closed with a salad for dinner from the local canteen and socialising behind the tent. Got to meet some new gentles attending their Gulf Wars and listened to deep discussions on chivalric virtues. 

Good night, friends.

Martin and I after the ravine court.

Gulf Wars XXXIV Day 7

The last full day of the war. Started off with coffee and relaxing behind the tent. The Good Earl and I sharing the morning sun and conversation. 

Started doing some preliminary packing of non-essential items in preparation of load out tomorrow. If I have used it yet, I won’t need it. Dirty laundry in one tote. Anything else that wasn’t worn in another. 

Shoes. If anything I’ve learned about these long SCA events is that shoes are important. And not just the cool period kind. You need some good modern kind too. The modern foot, in most cases, isn’t built for the medieval shoe that has zero support. Good socks are also important. Change them a lot. I brought both period and modern shoes. By the end of the event, my period shoes are back in a box. My feet have had enough and need the comfort of a modern insole and materials. Mileage may vary, but for me the cool period shoe is for short trips only. 

Pretty good amount of activity in the booth today. Most of the GW inventory has been sold. Means less to pack up and that we’ve had a successful endeavor. 

Warmed up a lot today. Heat became an issue for the fighting and non-fighting activities today. Hydration is your friend. Do it. Do it often. 

We’ll start packing tomorrow in earnest. Will be a busy day. 

Get some rest. Good night all.

My view from behind the thrones at Meridian court.

Gulf Wars XXXIV Day 8

Bonus edition. 

So, due to having to wait for a programmer of transmissions to bless the rebuilt transmission that is now installed in the Good Earls steed, we are still onsite at KAR for the night. 

Sequestered in the big tent, the trailer is loaded. We’ll load the tent in the morning and head back to Bessemer to a hotel with hopes of retrieving the repaired vehicle on Monday. 

I’ve not been here this late on the load out day before. It is interesting to note that it is not a complete ghost town, but it is mostly vacant. 

The good people of Crawhere invited us to their camp for a ‘potluck’ meal of weaponized hot dogs and grilled cheese sandwiches. Food and conversation were excellent of equal parts. We were thankful for the invite. 

The camp is quiet and dark now. Tonight we rest and will wake tomorrow and head north for a good meal and shower and a soft bed.

Merchants row at close.

Gulf Wars XXXIV Day 9

Bonus edition! Continued...

Beetles attack!! Last night we attracted the attention of all the beetles in our area with the light of our torches. With many of our neighbor campers gone from site, our light proved to be a beacon call to the determined creatures. As we sat listening to Dungeon Crawler Carl, more and more of the beetles appeared. Inside the tent then dove at the light and buzzed against the canvas. Outside the tent we could hear them diving on the canvas trying to get in. It sounded like a hail storm at one point. I even tried to entice them out the door with a hand held light. No matter how much Pied Piping and Snow White persuading I applied with my light, they kept coming. The only solution was to go dark. And that is what we did. To our relief, that worked. The swarm calmed and peace was restored. 

We had our breakfast meal in the KAR canteen. Coffee and danish. Took a last look at the main hall and bid farewell. 

We packed up the last of our camp and hit the road to our lodging in McCalla for the evening. Publix deli for dinner, a shower and Dune movies on the TV. 

Hope to be home sometime tomorrow.

The main hall at KAR.

Gulf Wars XXXIV Day 10

Bonus edition! Continued...

Today we waited for the quest giver to reward us the phat transmission loot we know they have. But, we were disappointed. He reminded us that we need to lean into our patience virtue and wait until tomorrow morning. 

So, here we are …

Again. 

While we wait, here are a couple of thoughts I put down today for sharing. 

My time in the military taught me many things. Many were consciously instructed with defined goals. Some, were the effect of various causes. Of those subliminal lessons, the ability to accept and embrace circumstance outside of my control are one of the lessons that continues to bear fruit. I don’t relish chaos. No. But, when presented a situation or event that is anomalous I have the ability accept it and make the best of the situation. It’s an ability that many people lack and I seem to have in spades. Adaptability would be what some call it. I think it’s just living in the moment and applying what control I can on what comes next. If I stress about the situation, it is after the fact in an episodic rehashing of events in my head. A personal AAR if you will. This happens less and less these days. I just catalogue an unforeseen happenstance as a minor side quest in the current adventure and move onward, one foot in front of another. 

Customer service is a skill that few master. Many fail completely. One of the many rules of the art involves making commitments that you can keep. Work in absolutes. Not possibility. When someone depends on you to provide the thing you are selling you have to be sure about your ability to deliver. When you fail, you impact your client. Do this enough times and you no longer have a client. You may even face some punitive response from the disappointed client. In the end, it does not matter how good you are at the thing you do if you alienate your clientele with vague promises and failed delivery. Oh, and never, never open end something where a definitive is required. That just makes folks mad.

Safe journey all.

Cat prints in concrete outside the repair shop.

Gulf Wars XXXIV Day 11

Bonus edition! Finally heading home!

Today, we made it home. 

In a tale as old as time, two intrepid adventurers endured a series of trials. Their temper put to the test time and time again, with only their wits to guide them. They overcame the obstacles laid before them. Over and over again, their determination was tried. Eventually, in the battle of wills they saw the opposition falter. Success was achieved. The journey home the reward. 

With the voice of Carl and Donut resonating in their ears, they did make their way north. Back upon the northern plateau of Meridies, they returned. 

Peace be the journey. The journey home even more so.

2 weary adventurers.

Clyde's Travels - Winter Market

White County Fairgrounds
Sparta, TN
Hosted by the Barony of Glaedenfeld
December 12, 2025

Captain Ignatius and I marching into court at Winter Market 2025.

At the onset of the winter months here in the lands of Cumbria, Mistress Ellen and I along with Her Ladyship Cassandra and Lady Alessandra made our way to the regional event known as Winter Market. The event, hosted by the nearby Barony of Glaedenfeld, is becoming a tradition for the Yule season in our region. It is a place to see many of the best merchants, the work of our kingdom’s artisans, participate in martial activities and share in seasonal camaraderie.  The event was hosted at a nearby guildhall just to our south within the Shire of Easaraigh’s borders.

I arrived separately from the rest of my party and assisted with some of the preparations for the day, preferring to stay engaged and provide what support I can while I am idle. As the lunch hour approached, I entered a tournament to determine the Baronial Champion for the Barony of Glaedenfeld. The rest of my party arrived a short time after me, participating in classes and A&S activities as well as perusing the merchants’ offerings. I also had some mundane family members arrive to share in part of the day, doing some shopping and seeing the sites. It was a full day with much activity for all of us.

The armored tournament had a decent showing of 9 participants. We fought a double elimination best 2 out of 3 style engagement. For my part, I found myself in the defeated bracket shortly after the start but made my way to the final bout. In the final, I faced Sir John Mailer. A good friend and worthy competitor. John and I exchanged to passes with a victory for us each. In the final, I overwhelmed John and landed a telling blow to win the tournament. Before this, I have only won one tournament in my long fighting career. The first was a new fighter tournament at Tavern Brawl II. That would have been in the early 90’s. The Winter Market tournament counts as my second time winning an armored combat tournament. Winning the competition also granted me the honor of representing the Barony of Glaedenfeld as their champion. The position comes with a cool cloak that I am allowed to add my heraldry to as a historical marker of my time in the position, representing the barony. All in all, a very cool first-time accomplishment that I shall enjoy and revel in for the coming year until the next Winter Market when a new tournament will be held to decide the next champion.

I am not ambitious in my fighting. I don’t seek winning anything. My main focus has always been to have fun fighting. I approached the Winter Market tournament with this mindset. As the tournament played out, I did my share of goofing off or was distracted by side conversations, etc. I started out having to fight my squire brother, Ronan. That was probably my hardest fight just due to the fact that we know each other so well. I came out on top, just barely, after a few double kills. I think it was the round after that I got legged and hurt my knee. I yelled. My opponent gasped. The marshal stared. The fight continued. I soldiered on. Lost a fight. Won a couple more. In the end, I found myself fighting with John, someone who I have come to appreciate and enjoy crossing swords with. Always good for a laugh, I knew a final with John would be fun. This is the second time I have met John in a final. The last time had us both laughing hard by the end. This time wasn’t much different. I had John at a disadvantage. He broke his shield earlier and was borrowing a different type of shield from another fighter, Martin I believe. John declined my offer to meet him on fairer terms with buckler and sword which would have put us both on more equal footing I thought. Fun was had. John’s fast strikes vs my thuggish close fighting. I didn’t realize I won the match until someone said it. Living in the moment is like that, I guess. The one thing I have learned always remembered from the first time I won a tournament. I have never been so sore afterward as I have been when I put in a good effort. This day was like that.

I spent the afternoon hanging out with family in attendance with us. Showing them around and doing some light shopping. I made a quick tour of some of the A&S. But judging was going on at this point, so I kinda stayed out of the way. Family left early in the afternoon so I hung out with the Good Earl for a bit and helped with some throne wrangling prior to court.

My wife, Ellen, took on her first protege, Lady Alessandra Sartor. A protege is a student or mentee to a member of the Order of the Pelican. A person to be guided in the ways of service on the path to becoming a Pelican someday.

I also spent some time with Their Excellencies Glaedenfeld to learn what duties were expected as Their Champion. Mostly an honorary position it does carry with it some cool regalia, a cloak, and the honor of standing as retinue for them when able. The cloak is an heirloom item that bears the heraldry of all previous bearers.I will serve as Champion for 1 year. At the end of that year a new tournament will be held to decide a new champion.

At court, I was called up along with Captain Ignatius to assume the mantle and take our places with them as their Armored and Rapier Champions. Court was a long one with a ton of business. While I find standing retinue in court to be a mostly easy task, I confess that I was very tired as it ended. I was witness to many award presentations and a few writs for peerages.  I also was able film the elevations of Evangeline and Catherine to Pelican from my vantage point.

It was a good day for me and many others. I look forward to my new responsibility as Their Excellencies Champion and the new adventures that the year ahead will bring.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Meistr Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde'
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Squire to Earl Benen MacTire
Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travels - Castle Wars 2025 - Viking Raids: The Battle of Two Baronies

Bert Adams Scout Camp
Covington, GA
Hosted by the Barony of South Downs
November 13-16, 2025

Night sky at Castle Wars

Greetings travellers,

This years Castle Wars was different and the same for me.

I camped out of my truck. I've done that before. It’s OK, except for I also setup a field side shade. Not an issue, but tear down and transport back to my truck is a task that takes time and it’s a good trek from the field to where I had my ‘truck camp’ setup. But, it worked out OK with an application of patience on my part though I did miss court because of it.

 

Truck camping extravagance.

I went down on Friday and came back on Sunday. The trip there and back was typical. There were some slow downs both ways but that’s expected these days.

 

On Friday, I setup my field side shade and such followed by setup of my ‘camp’. I took to a walkabout afterward. A bit aimless, I wander through a few camps before settling for a bit with friends from Glaedenfeld for an offered meal. Good food with friends is good. I wandered a bit more afterward and visited a few other camps before going to watch the tournament that evening and spending some time chatting with friends until I ran out of gas and called it a night.

 

I managed to contribute some retinue time to TRMs on Friday and Saturday as ‘Throne Wrangler’ and general ‘do stuff needs doing’ helper. It wasn’t much but made me feel good about getting to contribute a little bit. I’ve always enjoyed helping keep the ‘big show’ going and have missed not being able to do as much the past few reigns.

 

This Castle Wars, I chose to use polearm and spear only in the armored combat engagements. Didn’t even bring a shield. Was reminded by a few people during the event that I’m known as a ‘shield guy’. Well, not this day at least. It’s been several years since I made a full day of no shield play. It was a bit of a mixed bag. Had to try and figure out where to be and what to do at times. I had some assumptions in my head about how the role works, but not a lot of practical time with it. I had some good moments where I figured things out and found a sweet spot in the game. There were also some bad moments where I felt totally useless and debated my choices. But, I was in kit on a beautiful day and playing like a kid with my friends. Good times.

Here is a note on ‘hero’ moments on the field that I feel is worth sharing. Most of us who have been participating in armored combat melee have taken the plunge into an opposing force’s line and flailed for all we are worth trying to do as much chaos as we can and hopefully take out some of ‘the other guys’ team. It’s an adrenaline rush and almost always sacrificial. That flood of hormones can be a problem when we don’t realize that there are half a dozen people surrounding you and swinging sticks at you while you are dancing up a storm and swinging yourself. Here is my point. There is no way to get out of that without someone making contact on you. It’s right up there with ‘there is no light to the jimmy’ in my book. It’s on you, hero, to recognize that there was a lot of contact in your headlong charge, deliberate or incidental, that could have resulted in a well calibrated blow and say ‘Good!’. I don’t care which thing you accept as a good blow. All, 1, 5 hits… it doesn’t matter. You must recognize and accept that the ‘odds are not in your favor’ that you would survive a headlong rush into a crowd, get surrounded by said crowd, get wailed on by said crowd, and you can come out of that unscathed. The failure of accepting your fate with an uncompromising foe usually results in an escalation of force in said pummeling. That effect increases the risk of injury to someone and decreases enjoyment for those involved. We are out here practicing a level of skillfully applied aggression and trying our best to not hurt each other in the act. In short, this type of stuff makes a person look thick and probably falls under rule #1 generally. So, have your hero moment, just don’t come out of it with pie on your face afterward.

 

This was my first event post writ. Had a few sidebar conversations with folks about it. Many congratulations where given. But, it was still just a normal day at the event all in all. No special attention. No people hunting me on the field (that I know of). No groveling or spontaneous retinue following me around. It was just me flying solo at an event.

 

There was a Legio Ursi meeting after fighting. It was probably my last meeting as a voting member. Chivalry are not usually allowed to vote and only provide counsel in the meetings. I don’t feel I really got a good handle on the Order and how it works in my short time as a member. It’s a very fluid thing with many differing personalities and concepts about what it is to be a Bear of the Legion. Now I get to observe the Order as an emeritus attendee going forward.

 

After I tore down my field side gear and hauled back to camp, I cleaned up a bit and then went out to see what I could get in to. To that end, I ran into Sir Iazzie and Sir Haukr. We chatted a little bit. Iazzie mentioned that the feast was short staffed. So, I offered to help. No muss. No fuss. I ended up devoting the rest of my evening to the serving and cleanup of feast. Several others also joined in. One person was at his first event. Several others were old professionals in the game. It was simple but tasking work that was hard on my feet. But, I was reminded of an adage this week that was obviously tempering my comportment – ‘share the suck’. Lol. It’s a military mindset that says make the best of whatever is in front of you. I guess I do that sometimes. Things sometimes just need doing. It doesn’t matter who. It just matters that things get done. So, I put on a smile and helped. Might as well enjoy it. In the process, I think I lightened the burden carried by others. If we can only do one thing in this hobby that is worthwhile, sharing the load is one of the immeasurable things we should all agree is worth doing.

 

 

It was a good event. I didn’t do all the things, but I did get to fight some and help others some. That’s a good combination of stuff, for me at least.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Meistr Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde'

Warden of the Northern Plateau

Squire to Earl Benen MacTire

Shire of Easaraigh

Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travels - The Unexpected Writ, Part Deux

Yesterday, I was, once again, left dumbfounded. Surprise, shock, and the full gambit of emotions were unleashed upon me. Words fail. I am still trying to rectify what was done.

One year ago today, I was inducted into the Order of the Pelican. I had thought that today, on my anniversary, I would be writing about that elevation and its effect on my hobby life. But instead of a decertation of then vs now and my SCA as a Pelican, my 'now' has been altered further.

Yesterday, I attended Fall Crown List here in Meridies. It was nearby. I was able to spend the day watching the tournament and hanging out with my friends. Ellen and I were both able to attend. At court that evening, I was looking forward to several of our newer people getting their first or second awards. So, I sat to the side with Ellen. I had my video camera running to record court to capture the moment for them. Ellen was taking pictures. As the Khan and Khatun of our Kingdom progressed into court, I noted an anomaly.

My knight, Earl Benen MacTire, was carrying the sword of state into court and took residence behind the thrones. This was strange to me on the subconscious, but not registered until later after events transpired. It is the first time, that I can recall, that I saw him act in the retainers role. But, as I said, I registered it, but I did not really give it much thought.

Court progressed much as I had expected. Shire members got the expected awards. Ellen was caught off guard when she was called up and inducted into the Company of Meridian Scribes. Then, my name was called.

My first thought was that it was for some recognition of service to the crown. A formal thank you, if you will. But then things took a turn when His Majesty asked the Good Earl to the fore. From that point, I have little recognition of what happened next. But I heard the word 'CHIVALRY' spoken.

Tears welled in my eyes. I looked at the ground to regain my composure. I think I nodded consent to His Majesty as he asked me a question. The people were cheering and clapping as I was helped to stand. And there they all were…

The Order of Chivalry. Faces of peers that I have known for many years, some for my entire SCA life. People I respect. People I trust. Knights all. And now, they have asked me to be one of them.

I was asked to join the Order of Chivalry.

I first picked up a rattan stick in 1987. Lord Padraig Brun and others helped teach me how to fight in SCA Armored Combat. I was glad that he was at the event to witness the announcement. Later, I met the man who would be my first knight, Hadi al Hadad. He taught me much. I would go on to see him achieve knighthood and win a crown list on the same day. We shared many adventures before his passing in 2015. That year, I met the man who would pick me up and help me find the squire's path again, Earl Benen MacTire. In 2017, I joined his house. He is my friend and peer in equal parts. On the 8th day of November 2025, he brought me to the next part of our journey with the Orders request for me to join them. My quest to knighthood, some 38 years in the making, is almost achieved.

There are many, many strong emotions tied to this accomplishment. Not to diminish my acceptance to the Order of the Pelican, which was a very, very proud moment in itself, this writ for Chivalry has a depth of attachment for me like no other to date. This is the thing I sought to achieve. This is the thing that I felt I failed on for Count Hadi and his passing caused me to rededicate myself to. This is the thing that Earl Benen and I worked on together. The thing that he helped accomplish. This goal, with the unrivaled support by my wife, Ellen, is now true. This honor, with the help of so many people in addition to those named, is what I have worked for.

So if you congratulated me yesterday, or today or do so tomorrow and I responded with a quiet nod and 'Thank You', know that I just don't have the words to voice much more than that without shedding a tear of joy and just breaking down into an emotional mess.

Thank you, everyone, for helping me get here. More to come. 

Thank you.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Meistr Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde'

Warden of the Northern Plateau

Squire to Earl Benen MacTire

Shire of Easaraigh

Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travels - Silver Hammer 50

 

Silver Hammer 50th
Big Ridge State Park
Maynardsville, TN
25 October 2025

The tournament field with view of the autumn sky.

On a cool autumn morning, Sindri Brynjarsson and I left our warm Cumbrian hearths and headed East into the mountain valleys surrounding the Barony of Thor's Mountain for Silver Hammer 50. The passage was uneventful and thankfully there was no fog to impede our way.

Over the years, I have been to many Silver Hammer events. It was one of the first events I recall ever attending. It is one of the oldest annual events in the Kingdom. Locally known to many as 'Shiver Hammer' as the higher elevation and fall season often means that it will be very cool at the site. And this year, did start out as a cold morning but warmed up nicely as the day progressed.

I opted out of combat again this weekend. Doing my best to be a good patient and adhere to my doctor's recommendations to 'take it easy', I brought no kit. My particular problem has been a hand issue with my right hand. It's been a hassle and I miss not fighting. The liberating activity is a stress reliever for me. I look forward to getting back into it soon.

Sindri was able to join the fray though. Also in attendance were some of our other newer fighters from our area, Aznor and Valka. I envied the fun they were having to some extent. It was a good list. Duke Ailgheanan mac Sithigh won the armored tournament and bade Valka to carry the Silver Hammer heirloom in his stead to ensure it gets returned next year. Here is a video of the final fight between Duke Ailgheanan and Sir Gaeus. 

This year, in addition to being the 50th anniversary of the event, was also host to an investiture. In baronial terms, this is when the sitting Barons step down and their duly elected replacements take their place. In the attached video, I captured both courts, the traditional procession before the tournament, and the early parts of the tournament.

I spent my day doing several things. I performed some service as entourage for HRM Chinua as well as setup and tear down of the fixtures of state (thrones, shade, etc). I was able to spend some time with my old friend Fionn Ó Cinnéide of Dun na nGall. Shortly after I found the SCA, I introduced it to Fionn. It was good to see him again. Late in the afternoon, I visited with Masters Jean-Azriel du Corbier and Ysabel de Saincte Croix to discuss rapier weapons and the authorization process. These few things along with side discussions with several different people made for me having a fullfilled day.

Older and more respectable version of Fionn and I.

Silver Hammer is one of my favorites. And I will look forward to many more chances to visit with the Thor's Mountaineers.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Meistr Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde'
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Squire to Earl Benen MacTire
Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies