The last of the Southron, the Otter and Briar saw Ealdormere prove its worth
Sagely they called for a Tournament Grand to determine the Prince of the North
A new Knight defeated the Champion of old with Prowess both nimble and sure
Certain were they upon seeing his face that the Line of the North was secure

Singing they joined in the thundering host that fought for the Midrealm Kings
Fearless the might of the Wolfpack at war with the valor that leadership brings
Sharp were the blades of the triple-edged flower that struck its foes down where they stood
Fierce was the light of the Heaven's red eye when the fields were the scarlet of blood

Upon this foundation their arms would reach wide and the Northrealm would leave its mark
Powerful Monarchs would sail with the tide and would shine like a flame in the dark
Ealdormere's people were giving and kind, each head of pavilion or hall
Had no greater pride for a stranger or friend but to give them their best and their all

So Ealdormere grew to a thoroughbred's strength from the first eager steps of a colt
The needs of a Kingdom were pondered at length and none could find Ealdormere's fault
Officers, artisans, wisdom and youth and nobles of every degree,
Women and men full of chivalry's grace who could lead them in war and in peace

Like bees in the summer, the fever took hold for much there was yet to be done
The newest of nobles joined Shirefolk of old in their dreams of a future to come
The humblest peasant stood equal to Peer as the shape of their work was revealed
Surely the mightiest keep had been built from the stones that were found in the field

And so came the day when the doors were thrown wide to the wondrous hall they built
Drawn like a river they gathered inside 'til the greatest of chambers was filled
Eyes were drawn upward and whispers were hushed at the sight of the scarlet-draped throne
Their dream in fruition, the moment at hand for a King and a Queen of their own

In song-softened silence the populace stood and the will of the land intoned
Sweet was the harvest that grew from the past when the seeds of the future were sown
Soft was the shining of Ealdormere's eyes who had gathered to witness a birth
Bright was the legacy's circle that passed from the first to the last to the first

And so
First is the wolf and the Wilds and the Will and the Rule of the Northrealm King