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
The floor of that chamber was not strewed either with rushes or with
litter of any sort, but was laid in little checquers of divers colours;
and, where his Highness sat, under his cloth of state, was spread a
silken carpet of full crimson, fringed about with gold, as likewise his
chair and canopy of estate. But the finest sight was the cupboards,
piled up with plates and cups of gold and silver, in readiness for the
King, when he should take his VOIDE. These were in that great Oriel,
which his Highness had newly made in this chamber, before the bay; and
which was closed about with painted glass from the highest cup-board to
the arched roof, where hung a silver lamp, that made the whole glow with
its light.
There were, that night, playing in the chamber, the King’s twelve
minstrels, all clothed, for his honour and dignity, in sumptuous livery,
with their virger to order their pipyngs and blowings. There were,
besides, the children of the chapel singing, at times, from the brown
gallery; so that, the doors being open, you might have heard them
through all that side of the castle; and those, who sat afar off in the
great hall, needed none other music.
There also was Maister Henry, the versifier, whose ballad of the Giant
of Cornwall was this night rehearsed to the harp by Richard, the King’s
harper, as was his famous Chronicle of Charlemagne, which lasted, till
his Highness was well nigh weary, when he jocularly called out, having
tasted of his golden cup, that Henry should have a butt of wine with his
wages, if he would shorten his ballads by one-half. Maister Henry, who
was a Frenchman, took this in good part, and, having especial care ever
after to make his ballads nigher to too short than too long, became, in
time, a notable rhymer. But let those do so who can. Some are famous one
way, some another; for mine own part, I must be circumstantial, or else
nothing, as this “Trew Chronique” in due time must show.
That night, the King played at “Checkere” with the Earl of Norfolk, on a
board laid with jasper and chrystal, the check-men being of the same.
Some said the king’s and queens were of ebony, studded over with jewels,
but of this I know not.
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