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
Divers present then asked him, of whom he spoke, but he only muttered to
himself, “I could not be deceived; it is impossible for me ever to
forget him.” Then he shook from limb to limb, and was nigh going off
into a swoon again. The people, meanwhile, pressed upon the soldiers to
know what all this meant; and curiosity and pity began to take the place
of rage.
The tale went, that, as King Henry had approached the entrance of the
second court, this man, who had passed the portal amongst the King’s
horses, at the risk of his life, came beside him, and, having fixed his
eyes with the greatest attention upon a knight of the King’s household,
cried out, “Justice! most noble Henry.” Then, as if unable to utter
something he would have spoken, he fell down in strong convulsions, and
was nigh being trampled to death. His Highness, seeing the condition of
the man, had commanded he should be taken forth of the court, and aid
administered to him; and this was all the soldiers could tell.
There were some amongst the crowd who thought they had seen him before,
and questioned him of his name, and wherefore he had presumed to
approach the King in such manner; to all which he would nothing answer;
but seemed heavy at heart, and as if his very sadness would not let him
speak; only these words he uttered, once or more,—“It was he himself! I
should have known him at Cairo!”
Some still said they had seen the poor man before; naithless he proved
to be a stranger in Kenilworth. When he could walk, he was led back to
the little hostel, where he had taken up his lodging, and there he
remained closely hid from the eyes of every one, all that night.
THE SECOND DAY.
At the head of this chapter was a view of the tilt-yard, at the end of
the great lake, with the towers of Kenilworth above.—In the lists were
two armed knights, on foot, each poising his spear at the other. They
were cased in complete steel; their visors closed, each bearing on his
helmet his plume and crest. There was somewhat very impressive in the
station and in the whole appearance of these armoured figures. Each
stood with his right foot advanced; the right arm, holding the spear,
was raised high, displaying at once the strength and grace of an
accomplished warrior. At the end and along one side of the tilt-yard,
were galleries hung with tapestry, where sat the Queen and her ladies,
and the King and his nobles, waiting to behold the encounter. The
opposite sides were open to the lake, the woods, and the castle.
THE SECOND DAY.
In the morn, next after the King came to Kenilworth, there was tilting
in the great yard of the castle, at which his Highness, with the Queen
and her court, were present. This was the day of Turney; but, although
this noble company made a goodly show, they were not apparelled with
that splendour they showed on the chief day, as will be hereafter
rehearsed.
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