The spring rains came on time this year. I can't remember the last time this occurred, I must of been a boy at my father's side, before we realizd Thyslyee was special...
I've never seen Sarum so busy! Squires and pages running everywhere! So many Knights bearing the livery of so many different kingdoms. I did my best to just take it all in, not make a fool of myself at court, stay out of the many lord's way, prepare for my first battle this summer...
Too think, being knighted this past winter, just in time to fight alongside our future King, Nentalead! I got a chance to see him at court, he truely is a King among Men! Standing alongside Countess Ellen, I'm betting when we return home, victorious, a wedding will be announced.
Sir Llywell
Spring 508 A.D.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
507: Woe to Salisbury! The Marshall is Dead!
To His Higness, King Nanteleod, Lord of Wales, in Carlion, be this lettre tayke.
My fryend to the northe, saviour of my son's county, it is wyth the utmoste sadness and horror that I relayte the news of the death of my son-in-law, Sir Cassius of Tisbury, Lord Marshall of my son's army. As you know, he wert wounded graytely by a cur knight of King Idris' at the Battle of Somerset Marsh and suffered for weeks upon his arrival here at Sarum. My owne daughter, the lovelye and goodlye Lady Jenna, his devoted wyf, tended to him personalye, but to no avayle. In the fyfth week of his internment, his strength left him and he rendered up the ghost to the bosom of Our Ladye in Heaven, Mother of Christ. He restes now from his long service to my son, Robert. Alas, my daughter is beset with gryf and hath byn taken unto seclusioun with the Queen at Amesburye.
The Lord Marshall's considerable holdyngs of Tisbury and Upavon have been granted to my grandson, Germine of the Fey, who wert knichted soon followynge his father's death. He is too young and untried to tayke up his fathyr's offyce, and as of yet I have not appointed a marshall. Know ye, goodly friend King, that my knights and soliders are ever at your disposal, and that I wish only for the continued friendship between the Kingdom of Wales and Salisbury.
With sorrow and hope,
Ellen of Sarum,
Countess of Salisburye
My fryend to the northe, saviour of my son's county, it is wyth the utmoste sadness and horror that I relayte the news of the death of my son-in-law, Sir Cassius of Tisbury, Lord Marshall of my son's army. As you know, he wert wounded graytely by a cur knight of King Idris' at the Battle of Somerset Marsh and suffered for weeks upon his arrival here at Sarum. My owne daughter, the lovelye and goodlye Lady Jenna, his devoted wyf, tended to him personalye, but to no avayle. In the fyfth week of his internment, his strength left him and he rendered up the ghost to the bosom of Our Ladye in Heaven, Mother of Christ. He restes now from his long service to my son, Robert. Alas, my daughter is beset with gryf and hath byn taken unto seclusioun with the Queen at Amesburye.
The Lord Marshall's considerable holdyngs of Tisbury and Upavon have been granted to my grandson, Germine of the Fey, who wert knichted soon followynge his father's death. He is too young and untried to tayke up his fathyr's offyce, and as of yet I have not appointed a marshall. Know ye, goodly friend King, that my knights and soliders are ever at your disposal, and that I wish only for the continued friendship between the Kingdom of Wales and Salisbury.
With sorrow and hope,
Ellen of Sarum,
Countess of Salisburye
506: Rhoain the Just, Giant Killer, killed!
To Countess Ellen of Salisbury, be this lettre tayke.
It greeves me to relayte the news that your vassal, Lorde of Cholderton, Sir Rhoain the Just, has been killed whilst on scoutynge forray in Somerset. He wert a brave knyght, taken while still young and not yet marryied.
His bodye has been given due rytes and hath been dispatched to Cholderton with hayste.
In nomine Christi,
Father Gwuichelm
Abbot of the Holy House of Perpetual Mortal Sufferynge
It greeves me to relayte the news that your vassal, Lorde of Cholderton, Sir Rhoain the Just, has been killed whilst on scoutynge forray in Somerset. He wert a brave knyght, taken while still young and not yet marryied.
His bodye has been given due rytes and hath been dispatched to Cholderton with hayste.
In nomine Christi,
Father Gwuichelm
Abbot of the Holy House of Perpetual Mortal Sufferynge
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