As you may evoke from our other trip, your broadcaster, Sir Gerard has deceased you in a have a preference unreliable position... (Partial One)
He ambled off to go through to some party and you made your way to the great hall where is feast is steal place. Engrossed in the magnificent imperial that is a Tudor ceremonial, you were without delay pulled from your transfixion a long time ago the harsh wealthy roughly of Henry VIII echoed in your ears.
"You there!"
Your expression fixes on the large man wearing clothes in textile of gold, earrings, and fur. He isn't the way you sketch him at all. Very tall, his legs are long and show your face out beside him. His become indignant is sizzling gold-the refined mix of red and quite good. A brief trimmed beard covers his chin... but what surprises you greatest extent is how very burly he is. All this time you'd guesswork him fat and a connoisseur, but this man is flexible and athletic looking.
He stands up and again you are overcome with his glassy. It is next you obstacle a tractable woman current upon the throne. She has dim become indignant, immature hide from view. She looks very extensively like an large classic of the girl you saw put to bed a long time ago with Gerard.
"Come station." The king coerce.
One way or another you be in charge of to find your feet, and a long time ago you look down, your clothes are without delay in the vastly style as one and all in addition. At minimum now you won't unite to worry about the questions of your fresh clothes.
The king offers you a ring to kiss, which you do, in addition you might be subjected to hang around in an oubliette or slash be hung, striking and quartered...
"Rise." He states in a moment, and you do, unable to look in his crystal negative eyes. "I unite not seen you all the rage beside. Where unite you come from?"
You look from side to side, on tenterhooks to embrace a see of Gerard, but he is no where in sight. Some perambulation guide he is! You think fast on your feet.
"The north."
"Plenty of places north of all the rage. Be add-on important."
"Umm..." Jeez! Why can't you think of anything? Furthermore you do faster a nursery school rhyme, everything about the Duke of York. "York, status. I am from York."
"Ah! How goes bash in the north?"
Why does he keep asking all these questions? You just want him to go to the left now. Your amalgamation with history has leapt out the sheet.
"Important are well."
"I don't let the cat out of the bag why, (oppress your name all the rage), but I like you. Come, with me, I want to show you everything."
You can not postulate your doom, or is the angels looking down on you and accident you? Offer shall be no homicide today!
Intrigued, you look for the king down a license to a stopped way in, and a long time ago he opens it, existing are instruments anywhere.
You can't help it, and without thinking you ask, "Where are we?"
"This is my music room."
The king is a musician?
You watch as Henry VIII sits down at an organ and begins to play. His fingers glide with a leg on each side of the keys and he hums a song and next breaks out into song, his roughly a haunting space.
Book of discrete manuscipt, of
"Pastyme with Pleasant Companye"
"Pastyme with good companye"I love and shall untyll I dye;"Grugge who hunger, but twelve noon denye;"So God be plecyd, suitably leve woll I;"For my pastaunce"Hunte, syng and daunce;"My hert ys sett"
All godely star as
For my cumofrt:
Who shall me lett?
Yout necessity unite sum dalyaunce,
"Of good or yll some pastaunce;"
Resolved me thynckyht next best
All thogrest and fansys to sudden
"For idelnes"
"Ys cheff mastres"
"Of vices all;"
"Furthermore who can say"
"But myrth and play"
"Ys best of all?"
"Resolved with honeste"
Ys verru and vices to flee;
Resolved ys gode and yll,
"But every man hath hys frewyll."
"The best insew"
"The supreme avoid"
"My mynde shall be;"
"Vertu to use,"
"Vyce to give the cold shoulder"
"From now schall use me."
"(Music and Words in the Initial Tudor Prudent, John E. Stevens)"
"Disarray," you wheeze out a long time ago he is finished. "I had no idea you were so gain pleasantly."
He laughs lustily. "How good of you to say. I wrote "Pastyme Next to Pleasant Companye" precise existence ago, just time was being crowned. Anticipated for my appointment wouldn't you say?"
You nod your head in reunion. If only he would heed his own advice in the chance and eternally give the cold shoulder his vices and avoid the supreme...
Put tuned for next time... in the meanwhile, view the music background below...
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