In the SCA, you know that a fighter has done a truly spectacular job when the other fighters come into camp speaking not of what great deeds they performed that day, but of what someone else did. I thought this deserved a song to commemorate the brave deeds of one fighter they spoke highly of at Pennsic 43.
- Our King, he led our men to war
- The Prince was at his side
- While banners flew in proud array
- And held a place of pride
- Our fighters clad in armor bright
- Took place upon the field
- And in the vanguard of the fight
- Stood the Prince’s Squire, unbowed.
- In armor he was gaily clad
- Adorned by his Lady’s favor
- For her he knew he’d win the fight
- His courage never wavered
- The fight was fierce, our foemen pressed
- Our Prince to bridges two
- “Take heart, we’ll win this battle yet!”
- Cried the Prince’s Squire, unbowed.
- Our Prince fought hard upon his bridge
- And trusted through and through
- His Squire and the fighters brave
- Would defend the other, too.
- Knights and armsmen fighting there
- Were felled by mortal blows
- ‘Til but a score of men remained
- And the Prince’s Squire, unbowed.
- The foes pressed hard, and step by step
- They pushed our brave men on
- Until at last they realized
- Space to retreat was gone.
- The knights upon the foe’s vanguard
- As they sensed victory
- Pressed harder still, but strong and true
- Stood the Prince’s Squire, unbowed.
- His spear flashed out, a death-blow fierce
- Had felled his Knightly foe
- The Squire fought, and step by step
- Won room with many blows.
- A gap was made, momentum lost
- And so our men advanced
- With flashing spear and battle cries
- Led the Prince’s Squire, unbowed.
- A white-belt fell, the foemen raged
- Their prize became their bane.
- For those who’d thought it in their grasp
- One by one lay slain.
- And so the Bridge was won at last
- At such a fearful cost
- And humbly, never boastful, stood
- The Prince’s Squire unbowed.
- And so I bring to you this tale
- Of a humble Squire so brave
- The men who fought there at his side
- And of the Bridge they saved.
- For little deeds are rarely seen
- ‘Til greater deeds have passed.
- May all take heart and always be
- Like the Prince’s Squire, unbowed.