The Siege of Norwich Castle: A story of the last struggle against the ConquerorBlake, M. M. (Matilda Maria)
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The Siege of Norwich Castle: A story of the last struggle against the Conqueror
Blake, M. M. (Matilda Maria)
Historical fiction; William I, King of England, 1027 or 8-1087 -- Fiction
Beside him sat his beautiful sister, in whose honour all the guests
were assembled;--like him, yet showing, in spite of all feminine grace
and softness, signs of that strength of will in which he was deficient.
Her features, like his, were clear-cut and aquiline, but the full round
chin stood out boldly from the white, flawless throat, unadorned by any
necklace save the delicate crease which Nature had marked on it, and
which some folks call Venus' necklace. Her auburn hair was simply
braided in two long plaits, and hung below her waist, and was bound by
a fillet of goldsmiths' work. Her arched brows were almost black, and
the dark-blue eyes beneath them were full of gentleness and fire. Her
tightly-fitting green kirtle was rounded at the base of the slender
neck and edged with drawn lawn, and showed the graceful contour of her
young figure; and her embroidered skirt, which had been 'looted' by her
noble father from the house of some rich Saxon in his Hastings
campaign, bore witness to the artistic powers of the Saxon ladies, and
also to their industry, for its subtly blended hues had taken years of
labour to produce, and such skill as was possessed only by the women of
their nation.
Standing near her, with his hand upon her chair, was the hero of the
occasion. Ralph de Guader's Breton mother had Southern blood in her
veins, and he had inherited from her a swart complexion, coal-black
hair which curled crisply on his well-formed head, and the hawk nose
and pointed chin which is common in Brittany now, though the Bretons of
that day had for the most part the characteristics of the red-haired,
blue-eyed Celts, who had left Wales but a short time before. From his
English father he had inherited a pair of keen grey eyes, hawk-like as
the nose between them, and deep set under cavernous brows, black, and
somewhat given to frowning.
His figure was firmly knit, broad-shouldered, but not very tall, and
his apparel was as brave as that of his brother earl, his tunic being
of ivory silk edged with sable and wrought with gold thread, and the
baldric blazed with jewels which supported his _miséricorde_, or dagger
of mercy,--a weapon always worn by a Norman noble, and serving to put
his wounded enemies out of misery--whence its name,--to protect him
from treachery, and to carve his meat and that of the lady he 'took in'
to dinner withal.
The deft Adelina had swallowed swords, and made snakes dance to her
piping, and produced intact bracelets which had seemed to be utterly
crushed to powder before the spectators' eyes, and had danced herself
with marvellous agility and grace, and, in short, had performed many
feats which have been rivalled before and since by jugglers ancient and
modern, when a young baron stood forth and said to Earl Roger,--
'I have heard, my lord, that yonder Paynim witch hath shrewd skill to
read the stars. I prithee, command her that she may tell the fates of
those who list to know what shall befall them.'
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