Story of Calypso
Cedric & the Tent
Training of Vinal
Rathkeale
Gypsy Reverie
Aeston's Advice
Ubi Sunt
Winter Nights
Not to Yield
Rhiassan Anthem
Sir Cedric
Battle of Rhiassa
Blood and Beer
Red and the Black
Why I Fight
Why I Eventhold
Practice
Mentoring Part 1
Mentoring Part 2
Mentoring Part 3
On Squireship
Becoming a Squire

 

 

 

Not To Yield

An Excerpt From Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Recited by Aeston Stromgate
At Feast of the Leviathan XIII

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads... you and I are old;

Old age hath yet his honor and his toil.
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends.
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.

And it may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are

One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not...

NOT
TO
YIELD.