Augmentation of Arms for Brita

At head of Tyger's Hall sits
Brennan, konugr, oath taker,
ring-strewer, wielder of wound-flame,
latest leader from legendary linage.
Monumental man, mirthful and merry.

Caoilfhionn adorns his right hand,
regal companion, fierce flower,
from whose fair fingers fine favors fall.
Warrior Queen, weaver of all inspiration,
bright shield whose echoed gleam drives darkness down.

This highborn king of heroes
silences the singing hall.
True Thane's thoughts turn toward those oaths they swore.
Hear now the heart song of great Brennan and Caoilfhionn,
from whose hearth and hands all high honors hail.

Bring us Brita, Sven's Daughter
wise woman, rare warrior,
mother of worlds end. She who planted
the first stone of the great shining tower which stands
below the lode-star's bright and stalwart light.

courage and integrity
and all nine noble virtues
flow forth from this great and gentle woman,
guiding compass for those who fight and bear the badge
of golden sword thru cabossed Tyger's head.

We lift you up, Sven's Daughter,
enlarge your worth and word fame,
augment those arms you bear augustly.
For what more far-flung fame can be found in this world
than that bestowed fairly by fine princes.

Here at Birka's Market fair
nine and thirty growing days
since dawns ebbing winter solstice turned
when fifty years have passed since birthing of the world.
Stonemarche is where these noble things occurred.