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	IV. Mourning The Fallen Elriin of Hrassvelg Karina of the Far West Elriin of Hrassvelg, Shasta's son, Fell in the name of chivalry On fighters worthy every one - - Elriin of Hrassvelg, Sharta's son, Was full of pride and rivalry For fighting's laurel, that get he none; But Elriin of Hrassvelg, Shasta's son, Fell in the name of chivalry. Brian Dritar an Conn Ruth of the Far North Brian Dritar an Conn, the sweet singer, Dispeller of gloom, Took of the blade from its bringer, And danced to his doom. Brian, in spring-shine, time's trouvere, With a flower in bloom At his helm's crest, laughed like a lover, And danced to his doom. Brian, brave fighter, glad gleeman, Sleeps in his tomb. Is there one now who sings of her lemen, Who danced to his doom? Raymond the Mild Bela of Eastmarch Master Raymond called the Mild Often had delighted, With his singing, lady, child, Peasant, squire, and knighted. But the trumpet's voice beguiled, Summoning to tourney. Master Raymond called the Mild Busked him for the journey. Glory waited, undefiled, Star-crown bright upon her. Master Raymond called the Mild Fell in highest honor. Hal Ravn Ruth of the Far North The raven's turned a homely bird And cannot care to win a fight. "Battles?" say he, "That's absurd!" The raven's turned a homely bird. Where two are waiting for their third Winning in the scale weighs light. The raven's turned a homely bird And cannot care to win a fight. Robert of Westmarch Trude Lacklandia "Whither thou goest?" asked the round-eyed doe. Thus spoke a man in procession slow, "The burial grouns is the place we go." "What will you do there?" asked the spotted fawn. Replied the man, "Entomb a man gone, To fight in the cold as one of Hell's pawns." "How did he die?" asked the robin above. "He died in battle to honor his love Who now is alone and mourns as the dove." "Who was this man?" asked a cat going by. "Robert of Westmarch," the man did reply. "Seeking West's Crown was the way he did die." James Greyhelm Steven MacEanruig Greyhelm, Greyhelm, where do you ride? "Down to the tourney where the warriors bide, "Down where the swords on helmets ring "In combat sharp to choose a king." Greyhelm Hreyhelm, how goes the fight? "Forward with all my main and might. "Many the warriors that seek the Crown, "One by one I'll cut them down." Laurelin, Laurelin, why do you cry? "I sit by the seaside, weep and sigh, "Sigh for a lover who's gone away, "Who rode to die on this tourney day."