The cold November wind blew a biting chill across the land, while the meadhall tables were set. The phone rang and the calls came in, one by one their journeys began. From far and wide they came to the Shire of Niagara. Their Gods to fain this Holy Winternights tide, as they have before, the Normannii Folk assembled in this hall. From the Trækro Mark to the South and York Shire in the East, the Normans came to set their doom in the well. With Frigga’s Day upon us, we sat in maethel and strengthened the bonds between us. Sunna crossed the sky and was long out of sight and Mani rode high above, when we set ourselves to rest for the day that followed.
Morning came and the folk assembled: Lords, Ladies, Thanes and Churls; Warriors, Scops, Smiths and Halijathanes; Normans, Goodfolk and Dreng alike. Discussions of various topics and amusements were had by all. Until once again Sunna’s chariot was visible no more. The Hernboda called and the Halijafolk waited. The tribe gathered and the Gods received their due. Dan Heras, Lady Cynthia, Micha Karlen and Kass Kottaren led the tribe together in our Winternights Blot. With Ale and Apples, the Alfar and Disir were greeted and thanked.
As the folk grew hungry the call was answered, in Niagara’s own Norman style. A diner from scratch made by the hands of Micha Karlen of beef stew and apple pies to take care of our sweet tooth.
The tables were cleared and high Symble convened. The Gods were yelped beoted, and ancestors and heroes boasted. Lord Dan, never failing, showed his generosity again, with gifts abundant and thanks for all. Laughter and merriment filled the hall, while gielps and boasts, of Norman size, were made. To ensure it is heard and never forgotten, let it be known what promises where made: that Conn Skalk, by Disting 2004, shall compose and sing his own song to the Gods, having already composed his Caedmon’s Hymn and scored Alefric Thane Winland’s version, and Dan Hera’s Lament of Donner, and having mastered the Sutton Hoo lyre. To protect the luck of the hall, a shild was placed if he should fail the task. He must write an accompanying piece for the penny whistle and teach someone to play it along with him at Midsummer 2004.
The time had come, as it did for us all, that a man was freed and an oath was to be heard. Conn Skalk knelt, looked to Lord Dan and swore his oath. As Lord Dan sat and listened, he heard those words. He placed his sword on Conn’s neck and returned his vow. Who knelt down a thrall, stood up a freedman, Conn Gebur.
Symble was closed and the hall released, but the night was not over. In the
Niagara tradition, we invaded the local taverns and celebrated some more. With
pool, darts, drinks and the mysterious Buffalo Wings that were all gone until
Lord Dan wanted some, we all but welcomed Sunna’s Day.
We gathered once more, before it was time to leave. Thing-tide was held and the
thews were discussed. With the business at hand completed, farewells were said.
Till Yule Tide , Godsward us all.
Normannii a on Ecnesse!
Kevin Sergens,
Heoh Sheriff, Normannii Thiud aet Reik
Addendum:
IN regards to gifts given during symble, some were weapons and require the traditional lucky pennies to be exchanged:
Thing Tide Notes: