Thjora's Pelican Ceremony

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With Your Majesties' permission, may I stand so that I might be heard by both You and Your assembled court?

I am Elisabeth MacAlester, Companion of Their Majesties' Orders of the Laurel and the Pelican. Those who have been honored with these sibling Peerages bear upon their breasts the emblem of a pelican feeding her chicks, surrounded by the leaves of the laurel.

The laurel, the emblem of the arts, shelters the bird, surrounding it with beauty and grace, as the beauty and grace of so many ancient arts surround us here in Atlantia. But it is the pelican, the symbol of service, that lies at the heart of the emblem, as service lies in the hearts of men.

There is one among Your court who has long since been elevated to Your Order of the Laurel. And this is rightly so, for she fills our lives with clothing, furniture, jewelry, and countless other objects of grace and beauty. But so, too--through her long work with the University of Atlantia and other of Your Majesty's institutions--does she offer her whole heart in service to You and to this fairest of Kingdoms. And I would beg Your Majesties, at this time, to offer her membership in Your most noble Order of the Pelican.



With Your Majesties' permission, may I stand so that I might be heard by both You and Your assembled court?

I am Elisabeth MacAlester, Companion of Their Majesties' Orders of the Laurel and the Pelican. Those who have been honored with these sibling Peerages bear upon their breasts the emblem of a pelican feeding her chicks, surrounded by the leaves of the laurel.

The laurel, the emblem of the arts, shelters the bird, surrounding it with beauty and grace, as the beauty and grace of so many ancient arts surround us here in Atlantia. But it is the pelican, the symbol of service, that lies at the heart of the emblem, as service lies in the hearts of men.

There is one among Your court who has long since been elevated to Your Order of the Laurel. And this is rightly so, for she fills our lives with clothing, furniture, jewelry, and countless other objects of grace and beauty. But so, too--through her long work with the University of Atlantia and other of Your Majesty's institutions--does she offer her whole heart in service to You and to this fairest of Kingdoms. And I would beg Your Majesties, at this time, to offer her membership in Your most noble Order of the Pelican.

Herald called Thjora Arnkitelsdottir before Their Majesties

Herald calls forth the Order of the Pelican

Queen Kyneburh asked if there are those who would speak for her

MASQUE INTRODUCTION (Acrostic) (HERALD)

To this court the deadly sins have come -- Hot lust, cold sloth, and gluttony Jaundiced greed, envy, wrath, and pride. Of loss each one will tell a tale. Redemptive prayer, holy grace And virtue conquers every vice.

Dame Anne le Couer as Lust (a Chaucerian roundel)

Oh, hear my call to you and make your flesh my slave For Lust has come before you now, yet here I find frustration This Lady will not hear my call nor make her flesh my slave. Her thoughts are pure, her motives true, it is Virtue that she craves And not wicked pleasures of the flesh, nor their sweetly spun temptations. Her will is strong as the finest steel, she stands as inspiration To live by Honor, and honor Love,… she even tempts Me to behave!

Countess Brigit of Mercia as SLOTH (An Incomplete Sonnet)

Sloth either grabs a chair and sits down or sits down on the floor and says the following slowly.

My name is Sloth and I am sorely vexed. This Lady’s work and toil I can’t forgive: Feasts run, records kept, and lists checked off. What’s next? Why won’t she cease? When are her hands inactive?

Attend to me let nothing disturb your rest I hate this Lady’s constant bustle and tizzy She scurries here. She scurries there. The pest! She’s so busy! busy! busy! busy!

This Lady smiles and thinks this work will make Sweet benefits for everyone. Lovely! The sap! All work has ever produced is sweat and ache She’s too industrious. I’m going to nap.

Mistress Isobel Bedingfield as GLUTTONY (An Ode)

Gluttony should have a glass in one hand.

I serve my appetites and tastes: I love a bakery or pantry, Amorous flesh without license. (noise of contentment) I am your friend, Gluttony. Here stands among our company A disgusting example of prudence. She’s moderate and orderly Measured, careful, without any waste. Lady, we know that you are arty But just for once, party hearty.

Master Alan Gravesend as Greed (8 lines and the envoi of a ballade form)

I want it all, wealth untold I am Avarice, better known as Greed I foster dreams of glittering gold Surely riches overcome that silly spiritual need? What? Who is this one who pays Me no heed How can She be in her heart so content? This Lady who hand in hand with Grace does lead A life without my Greedy touch, she is a puzzlement. She hungers not, so my Vice cannot feed Where there lies no crook or uneven bent I cannot win or even her progress impede, Since She’ll not fall prey to my golden merriment.

Mistress Genevieve d'Aquitaine as ENVY (A Double Triolet)

Oh! Look at her! Can you believe what you see? Every last thing she has is perfectly great. Her dress is fabulous. That color flatters me. Oh! Look at her! Can you believe what you see? I want her jewels and I wouldn’t mind her mate. Oh! Look at her! Can you believe what you see? Every last thing she has is perfectly great.

Oh! Look at her! Can you believe what you see? Every last thing she has is perfectly great. I want her hair, her posture, and her left knee. Oh! Look at her! Can you believe what you see? I look at her and I am filled with hate. Oh! Look at her! Can you believe what you see? Every last thing she has is perfectly great.

Master Roland de Mountney as Wrath (An anapestic thingee)

Of the virtues I hate I despise the dull calm. I won’t wait. I am action and hard, sweaty work. She is pacific, quiet, and placidly slow. Lady Patience stands silent, content, and unriled. I am burning with anger, contempt, and red rage. I observe her serene in cool thought and unmoved And my heart becomes cold. Ready arms and quick deeds At her glance are stillborn and embalmed I wait....

Master Robert Bedingfield as Pride (also known as Vanity) (English/Shakespearean Sonnet)

Pride carries a hand mirror to gaze into as he speaks



to the mirror/himself

Ah, Master Pride, in this reflection so poor A mirror does not justice to your beauty’s bright glare Shall I stay so that you may adore me some more? I forgive you, and your envious stare…

Are there any stars that shine like me? In being so very close to my perfection? Indeed, there are tales of this Lady’s courtesy And her service, sweet as spun confection…

Were I she, I’d spend my days adoring my deeds And singing my praises aloud No, not her, she’d rather help quietly someone in need Or register a University crowd

Sweet mirror, let’s go, she’ll not be our prey This lady our Vain game, she’s refused to come play.

Their Majesties comment on hearing of her defeat of the Seven Deadly Sins, they agree that she is worthy

Cloak made my now Maestra Giuliana is presented by Mistress Theodora Delamore

Medallion upon a collar of state is presented by Mistress Elizabeth

Thjora Swears of Fealty to the Crown

Reading of Scroll

Queen Kyneburh announces that the scroll was made by Countess Brigit and the Poems writ by Duke Gyrth Oldcastle and Mistress Ceridwen ferch Owain.

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