Duke Gyrth Oldcastle laid to rest today

His Grace Gyrth Oldcastle of Atlantia has passed on into death last weekend and is being laid to rest today. The news of His Grace's passing came from Countess Elizabeth Beaufort around 4:45 p.m. last Saturday.

His Grace was a former Principal Herald of the East Kingdom, and one of the best court heralds our realm has ever known.

His Grace was one of the great legends of the SCA; he will be missed by all. Please keep him in your prayers.

The family requests that, in lieu of flowers, donations be made to:

American Diabetes Association
1-800-DIABETES (800-342-2383)
P.O. Box 1131
Fairfax, VA 22038-1131
http://www.diabetes.org/

or

Society for Creative Anachronism, Inc.
To inquire about how to donate, contact the Member Services Office at 800-789-7486, Monday-Thursday 9 a.m. - 4 p.m. PST


Master Aaron faheud Swiftrunner, who knew His Grace for many years, said, "he was a grand fellow". Aaron wrote a song in honor of His Grace's life and legacy, and has kindly given SCAtoday.net permission to share it with you.

Legacy

For His Grace Gyrth Oldcastle, by faheud

Had a call on the phone today.
Heart stopped cold when I heard her say
His Grace is gone.
Night seems long.
I met His Grace at Pennsic nine
Smile on his face all the time,
from dawn to dawn.
And his tale lives on

When you need a favor it’s never a hassle
Place at table or in the castle
It is always there.
He’s a man to share.
He once said that every dawn
He thanked his God for Melisande
It was a god send—to marry his best friend.
And he’d do it again.

Night is dark and the road is quiet,
They say he’s left, but I just can’t buy it.
You know in some ways,
You can see him every day.
When you step on out to the tourney field
With a lady’s favor and a brand new shield
It’s a legacy left for us to see.
Always the best that he could be

When you need a favor it’s never a hassle
Place at table or in the castle
It is always there.
He’s a man to share.
He once said that was no doubt
His son Michael made him proud
And it was a great thing, better than bein’ king
Giving her that shiny ring

Saw him last in his Pennsic camp
Inviting us in out of the damp
To sit and talk awhile
I can see him smile
We told stories of another day
How she inspired him to better ways
Gyrth was always sure
It was all about her

When you need a favor Gyrth Oldcastle
Would give anything, it was never a hassle
He was always there.
He’s a man to share.
He once said that every dawn
He thanked his God for Melisande
It was a god send—to marry his best friend.
And he’d do it again

Had a call on the phone today.
Heart stopped cold when I heard her say
His Grace is gone.
Night seems long.
I met His Grace at Pennsic nine
Smile on his face all the time,
from dawn to dawn
And his heart lives on.

He once said that every dawn
He thanked his God for Melisande
It was a god send—to marry his best friend.
And he’d do it again and again and again...

I did not know His Grace, and

I did not know His Grace, and only met Master Aaron this past weekend at Caid's Coronation, but I am moved to tears by his words. It seems from these words, that His Grace felt about his own Lady as I do about my own, and seeing that he held that joy and wonder in being wed to one's best friend, partner and wife is a truly painful joy.

May His Grace's journey thrive. He travels now in bright company, and we have been blessed for his presence, for even those who did not know him knew of his deeds and his life, a fine example indeed.

Jared