The High Table is a long, rectangular affair that sits on the dais at the end of the hall. The greatest pals of the King and also his family are seated there, talking among themselves.
Present at this table
King Richard the Lionheart
Eleanor of Aquitaine
Prince John
Emma of Anjou
Eleanor, Fair Maid of Brittany
Arthur of Brittany (in Eleanor's lap)
Archbishop Baldwin of Forde
Geoffrey Plantagenet, probably Bishop of York in a bit
William Longchamp
Hugh de Puiset, Bishop of Durham
William Marshal
and a mysterious empty chair.
The Coronation Feast--the High Table
The Coronation Feast--the High Table
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding