KEIN, REX
by Galen of Bristol
(c) 1995, Paul T. Mitchell, all rights reserved.
He once was my man -- now I will be his.
The worthy squire who came down from the north.
what pride can be more for a knight than this?
To kneel to a king: the squire he sent forth.
Well I recall his tattered old leather,
Without any coat of arms to his name.
But he fought with a will through all weather,
And I saw how well he played at the game.
I helped him along as beat I could do,
Until that proud day I gave him my chain.
I take pride in his vic'tries, ev'ry coup,
To be passed by my student is no pain.
I know he'll rule well, by his lady's side.
I hope my new liege can forgive my pride
