The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 3 (of 3)Hogg, James
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The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 3 (of 3)
Hogg, James
Historical fiction; Scotland -- History -- Robert II, 1371-1390 -- Fiction
At this part of the narrative, Isaac the curate bestows a whole
chapter and a half on the description of the wedding, and all the
processions, games, and feasting that ensued; but as none of these
things bore the slightest resemblance to ought that has ever been
witnessed in the present age, like a judicious editor I have passed
them over. Suffice it that the Border never witnessed such splendor of
array, such tournaments, such feasting, and such high wassail. For
why? because it never witnessed the marriage of a king's daughter
before. The streets of the city, and the square of the fortress, that
had so lately been dyed with blood, now "ran red with Rhenish wine."
And be it farther known, that Sir Charles Scott and his horse Corbie
bore off every prize in the tilting matches, till at last no knight
would enter the lists with him; but the fair dames were all in
raptures with the gallantry of his bearing, and the suavity of his
manners. As for the Queen, she became so much enamoured of the hero,
that she was scarcely to be kept in due bounds, and if she had not
been advanced in years he might have deemed she was in love with him.
In the lists she drew up her snow-white palfrey by Corbie's side, and
in the revel hall the royal dame herself was sure to be at the
knight's side, except when at table, on pretence of hearing something
more about his perils at Aikwood, and in particular about the scene
with the beautiful and splendid witches; at which, as Sir Charles
related it with abashed countenance, the Queen and her Maries laughed
till the salt tears ran from their eyes. As for the description of
their appearance the succeeding morning, and the feelings of the
warrior, both then and afterward when transformed to a huge bull,
these never failed to throw the gamesome group into convulsions of
mirth. In short, the knight of Raeburn was of all the gallants quite
the favourite at that splendid festival in the hall, as well as the
hero in the lists, in which he six times received the prize of honour
from the hands of the royal bride and those of lady Jane Howard, who,
at the Queen's earnest request was made principal bride's-maid, and
presiding lady at the sports.
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