Description
Description
The vast retinues of king, earls, and barons are too numerous for the palace of Westminster to hold. Instead, most of the nobility and their hangers-on dwell for these few days of the coronation court in an ocean of tents stretching from the palace walls to the river. There is no explicit organization to this, but it is generally assumed that the retinue of a particular noble arrived together and pitched their tents together.
The following Earls are not dwelling in the palace, but rather among their retinues in tents here:
William d'Aubigny
Richard de Clare
William de Ferrers
William de Mandeville and Hawise of Aumale
Richard de Redvers
Aubrey de Vere
Hamelin and Isabel de Warenne
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