Maisteri Kareina

Viscountess and member of the Order of the Laurel.
Kingdom of the West
and resides in An Tir and Lochac

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To Kareina's Wax Tablet & Case Project Page.

Kareina's Pavilion Page.

The following (the orange) is the inspiration for garb made for Khevron.
The interpretation took the colors Green, with Black and white trim. The undertunic is white and black.

Book info: The Atlas of Medieval Man by Colin Platt St Martin's Press New York 1979
First published in Great Britain in 1979 by Macmillan London Limited.
Copyright by Dorling Kindersly Limited ISBM 0-312-11549-0
This is from Page 65, Chapter "1100-1200"

The text for the page is thus:
"Cistercian art"
An Englishman, Stephen Harding, ruled the abbey of Citeaux between 1109 and 1133. Under his influence, Cistercian art adopted the lively and inventive English tinted drawing style, very different in character from the order's contemporary austerity in architecture."

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Raven Banner
by Aiofe of Silverkeep
Martha Donnelly e-mail: donnelly(at)ticon.net

Kareina is the figure on the top of the painting. Of the three fates, the one spinning the thread is Marion Starrveld- from Adiantium, the one cutting the thread is named Katje von Luebeck- from Southmarch, and the fighters are Hemidal Foehammer- from Myrtleholt and Kylson Skyfyre- from Eskalya .

The Song of Inspiration:

The Raven Banner

Words: Malkin Gray (Debra Doyle) Tune: Peregrynne Windrider (Melissa Williamson) Source: Westerfilk Collection Volume II - Calontir Katriana's Songbook

Sigurd the yarl of the Orkney Isles

Has called to his banner a Viking band

And sailed to Dublin to make himself

King of the Irish lands.

- - -

But crowns are never so quickly won

The Norns they well know.

The king of the Irish blocks our way

We must to battle go.

- - -

The Raven Banner of the Orkney Isles

Brings luck in battle but its bearer dies.

Two men have fallen neath its wings today

But still the raven flies.

The Yarl bids a third man to take it up, the third man answers, No!

The devils your own, take it up yourself

And back to battle go.

- - -

Tis fitting the beggar should bear the bag,

Replied the Yarl, And I'll do so here.

He fought with the banner tied around his waist

And fell to an Irish spear.

He died and the Irish broke our lines. We had no chance but flight.

But I'm not hurried its a long way home

I won't get there tonight.

- - -

The Norns have woven a bloody web,

A tapestry made of guts and bone.

And parceled it out the Orkney host; Our day in Irelands done.

The grey wolf howls and the raven soars

Beyond the arrows flight.

And Odin is waiting beyond the fray

For some of us tonight.

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