Gaston de Blondeville, vol. 1 of 4 : $b or the court of Henry III. keeping festival in Ardenne, a romance. St. Alban's abbey, a metrical tale; with some poetical piecesRadcliffe, Ann Ward
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Gaston de Blondeville, vol. 1 of 4 : $b or the court of Henry III. keeping festival in Ardenne, a romance. St. Alban's abbey, a metrical tale; with some poetical pieces
Radcliffe, Ann Ward
Gothic fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Henry III, 1216-1272 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Soon as the towers of Kenilworth showed themselves upon the West, which,
if it had not been for the glowing spears of those on the battlements,
would hardly have been known from the dark woodtops,—soon as they
appeared, some halfscore of the foresters rode forward with their
bugles, to give sign of the King’s approach; but were straight sounded
back by the trumpets, which blew up a blast, that filled the forest, and
echoed to the very castle walls, ere the proud trumpeters would stop.
Then his Highness courteously commanded, that those who had come forth
so many miles, to welcome him on his way, should be appointed to
proclaim him at the gates. They waited not for second bidding; but,
tuning up so clear and sweet, set spurs to their hobbies, and flew
swiftly as the arrows from their own bows.
All the way hence to Kenilworth was lined with other troops of foresters
in green; who, at certain distances, saluted the King, as he passed,
with their bugles, in spite of the trumpets, that charged so loud and
shrill their minet-flourishes: and they followed in the Queen’s train.
The King’s pike-men and lance-men going after of all.
At the first sound of the bugles before the gate, you might see the
great banner of England raised upon the keep of Kenilworth. Then, the
chief wardour of the castle appeared upon the turret; though he stayed
not long there, but went down to join his lord, in their service at the
gate. The archers behind the battlements stood in order; other bow-men
and the lance-men ranged themselves behind the tower-walls, and the
trumpets there answered the summons, with a blast, that shook the
forest, and made the fair waters of the valley tremble; roughening the
portraiture of towers and woods, which had seemed to sleep upon their
surface, as in a glass of chrystal.
Then the Lord Constable, coming down from the keep, followed by a posse
of his officers, took to horse and went out to meet the King. As he
turned out of the gate, he met the Prior of Saint Mary’s, with the
twelve canons, and a long train processioning, all in full ceremony,
bearing precious reliques, to welcome his Highness; after them came the
priest and sundry of the parish-church, singing.
The press of people, from all the country about, was so thick, that
hardly could the monks make way among them. The castellan, a man proud
and jealous of his high place, was not well pleased, that they should
try to present themselves to the King, before himself; but they were
soon right glad to follow in his train, for strait as he appeared, the
crowd was forced back, and they passed, without difficulty, in that
wise, full three furlongs.
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