The Forges of Honour

Rurik, this bronzed figure is not your height Nor strength. This still statue but minds us here Of what you were...a majestic and right Willed Norseman; wise and without peer, whose fair Yet warlike countenance kindled the Dniepar, The Volga boiled, and from this blood broth did Grow Novgorod, your gloried city, where Vanyer and Rus gods are both honoured. Rurik Rus Prince, Varangian, Our Lord! Your blood flows through two races now entwined. To your double brave memory, hear our words "Warrior, Lawmaker, greatness is thine." Rurik, see our Northern Kings and Rus Lands, Be pleased by the Courts that your kin command.