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Mahault at Hadrian's Wall

Pennsic War XXXI, Aug A. S. XXXVII (Aug 2002)

At Hadrian’s Wall forces met

With great shields locked and long swords set

Columns marched quickly tot heir death

With beaded sweat and hitching breath.

Iron Companions all in red

Were by Thegn Cynred boldly led

Into the breaches thick with flies

Feasting upon those that had died.

As War Doors smashed into the foe

A wave of armoured fighters flowed

And then Mahault, Isen-sister,

Was lifted, turned, foot all twisted,

Surrounded by Atlantians

Who yelled to her above the din

“Are you injured? Show us no fear,”

All bending close so she could hear

And lifting her upon her shield

Like a Queen carried from the field.

Caught now by the Dragon enemy

She found they held no enmity

As they watered her and fed her

Gave her hugs instead of murder.

A Midlands Duke then came to stare

To see what caused such ruckus there.

He introduced himself and claimed

He was more known than Finnvarr’s fame

To which Mahault did bold retort,

“I know Finnvarr, but of you naught.”

A chastised Duke then slunk away

And though his side would win the day

Mahault returned to Eald’mere earth

With this tale to cause us much mirth,