Description
Description
In 1189, the Tower is merely the central keep built by William the Conqueror, but it achieves its purpose: dominating the City of London with Norman might. It looms mountain-like over the Thames, its white stone casting a black shadow over the eastern part of the city. It is first and foremost a palace, designed to provide a secure place for the royal family to decide the fate of the people, but as the Angevin kings spend more and more time in France, it is becoming less a palace and more a prison for the undesirables of the kingdom. Its most recent tenant was Robert Whitehands, but if Richard remains consistent, it seems likely that the cells will find themselves rather more full than they have been recently.
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