KARU SALVANI

 

"As pattern and energy merge in the material, we watch abstract truth made manifest."

 

And when in their great numbers the Davan'ishti had spread

Over the plains and hills of Europa, they came after a time

To the highland mountains and further to a great inland sea.

In the mid-day sun of the Third Age came the Proud and Noble

Kin of Queens to the Sea of Mediteraneo, where the Price of Fishermen

Laid claim to the waters and the earth that boarder them.

 

With beards and hair grown long in toil with small rest

The pilgrims made their homes among the hills and the waters

And thrived there, in fragrant shadows of high mountains.

For 1000 generations, and again 1000 more the People of the Healthy Lands

Worked these lands and fished these seas until, made rich by their labors

And by the gifts of the Sun and the Sea,

Did their kin in the North and the West desire their fruits.

 

And so was the smoke of war-fire filling in the air of the Healthy Land,

Yet sweet was the tongue of Tinia and like honey were the words

Falling from the lips of Turin, her brother, and so the pair was dispatched

To the chill forest lands of the Children of the House of Angbarad.

Discourse with the Queen had they, and so warmed was she

By the sibling's sweet song and plums stewed in wine

And so moved was Our Lady by the humble pleas of Turin,

And so delighted she in the offerings of Tinia,

Her will to war melted as Corsicino sun does dissolve the mists

That hang in all seasons about Caer'Isti.

 

From that time until this telling do the Heirs of Angabard

And the Kin and Kith of Tinia and Turin live in peace,

Each delighting in their chosen spheres and sharing between them

The fruits of their respective lands.

In the Lands of the Southern Seas the Salvani thrive,

The People of the Healthy Lands,

And with wine and good cheer all strife is scattered,

Til but one brave cry echoes from shore to shore:

"Forward, matshi, for death lies behind

And fair winds carry us ahead to prosperity!"