We are a raggle taggle collection of dispossessed nobles and courtiers,
out in the world to seek our fortune,
our only solace (such as it may be) that we serve
our "Queen," Princess Rosanna, the mad sister
of King Francois I, currently let to reside
(under lock and key) and under our care,
living in goode company and comfort
at the family summer estates in the Germanies
(the exact location a closely held state secret.)

Without proper title nor papers of introduction to the true Monarch,
we serve as mercenaries to Rosanna, as her courtiers
and her guard, her apothecary and barber surgeon,
as her make believe goode noble court in her make believe
and mad little world; we serve her that we oft times call,
Our Mad Queen!

Such is our story, and we're sticking to it.


Yet we do so revel when we are set free,
and as such are enabled to make use of our own time,
for however brief, to make our way to the various country shires
that we may come upon, and take some respite from our weary
tasks of "making believe" to take pleasure in a day or two
of faire and festive celebration, whatever the occasion.

And in our travels, and our pleasures, finding others like us,
of noble houses yet with never a title to bear, or those courtiers
or court appointed professionals that have fallen out of favor
and have no others to turn to, we would welcome them,
with goode scrutiny and much hemming and hawing,
to our guilde that they too may serve,
Our Mad Queen.

God's teeth, we shant bear this task alone!


The image of "Our Mad Queen" Rosanna, as portrayed herein, has been compiled
by this goode companie in honor of she that did make us laugh so,
and represents our well intentioned efforts to do such for others.
We do this with much mirth and merriment, and fondly so, in her memory.

The Guildmasters of the Guilde de Radnier