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Holliday Grainger as Lucrezia Borgia in The Borgias (2011–2013)
sweeping up the alphabet
border illustrations from the hours of marguerite d'orléans, france, 15th c.
source: Paris, BnF, Latin 1156 B, fol. 135r
Lucifer chewing on sinners; *Speculum humanae salvationis ~ 15th century. BnF • via Bibliothèque Infernale on FB.
Body armor, or simply armor, is protective clothing worn to shield the body from attacks. Armor could be worn by warriors and used to protect their mounts. Armor serves this function by deflecting or absorbing the impact of weapons or projectiles.
The history of armor dates back to ancient civilizations. Evidence of armor can be found as early as 2050 BC during the Bronze Age.
Around 1500 BC, ancient civilizations began wearing armor made of bronze and leather. Chainmail armor appeared around 400 BC. Later on, plate armor came into use. With the development of firearms, traditional armor gradually declined and disappeared.
Kings & Beggars - Breve regnum (15th century student son from Krakow)
Breve regnum erigitur,
Sublimatum deprimitur
Et depressum elabitur
Transmutato tempore.
Puerilem militiam,
Perargutam peritiam,
Regentium industriam,
Hanc eduxit in opere.
Cracoviensem filium,
Fulgentem velut lilium
Ac de numero milium
Cunctis praeferendum
Octo dierum spatium
Hoc sustinet solatium,
Post hoc regis palatium
Plagis feriendum.
Namque regis electio
Fit studii neglectio
Ac desolatur lectio
Tota septimana
was going through my book of ballads and found this lovely short one from the mid 15th century called "The Corpus Christi Carol"
Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, The falcon hath borne my mate away He bore him up, he bore him down, He bore him into an orchard brown. In that orchard there was a hall, That was hanged with purple and pall And in that hall there was a bed: It was hanged with gold so red And in that bed there lieth a knight, His wounds bleeding both day and night And by that bed's side there kneeleth a maid, And she weepeth both night and day And by the bed's side there standeth a stone, "Corpus Christi" written thereon.
I came up with a very simple melody for the words but my dog was making noise so I only recorded the first few verses.
With the omitting of the last verse this could easily be adapted into a romantic ballad like The Three Ravens or Twa Corbies, but the veiled symbolism in the song refers to Christ and His passion.
The falcon represents the Holy Spirit - the hall that is referenced is a church - "hanged with purple and pall" describes funerary altar cloths - "gold so red" for royalty - "His wounds bleeding day and night" are His perpetual sacrifice - "there kneeleth a maid/weeping both night and day" is Mary, both maiden and mother - and of course "Corpus Christi" meaning literally "body of Christ".
christ taking his heart out of his side wound to hand it to st. catherine of siena
in a hagiography of st. catherine of siena, alsace, early 15th c.
source: Paris, BnF, ms. allem. 34, fol. 54r
Sancte Michael Memento Mei Ante Deum
Horae ad usum Trecensem dites Heures de Michel Berthier, 1415-1420
Oh hell yes! I'm all for this!
Blue is always my knight in shining armor, granted it's usually samurai for me, but I'll gladly change that put for metal...klank klank baby!
That's for the tag. I eagerly await more.
Kings Guard
A TMNT Dark Ages Short
(Iteration is your choice)
Song used while writing this piece"
Part 1
Her gaze, forest green, like his surroundings. Her skin, rich earth tones, like the ground beneath his feet. He came here often, to the abandoned mill. Whenever he needed to be reminded of her sweetness and warm heart. After all, it’s where they first met. Her long wavy hair hung down over her shoulder as she looked up at him, smiling, a clump of small blue flowers in her right hand.
He stood there now, quill poised above light parchment, his heart full of things he wanted to say and things he didn’t. He gazed out over the rolling hills, his eyes catching on bright yellow and purple wildflowers. No. Even that beautiful landscape couldn’t begin to describe her. He looked around, seeking inspiration for his words, then it struck him. The way the old mill had fallen to the ravages of time. How every brick seemed to tell a story.
He sighed, slowly moistening his lips with his tongue, then spoke out loud as he wrote. “My Dearest Angel, Time has no meaning when I am with you. The world could fade away and I would simply not care. To feel you in my arms,” the blue banded warrior paused, his quill held slightly above the parchment in his left hand, “ is truly maddening to one’s soul.” He puffed out a weary sigh, reading over what he just wrote. What had started off as a love letter, was now quickly becoming a goodbye letter.
“I know what we have is forbidden. That you have a duty-”
“Milord?” A familiar young man’s voice pulled the warrior from his thoughts.
He quickly set the parchment and quill down on the ruined windowsill next to him. “What is it?” He asked gruffly, squinting back at the young man.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Milord, at such a late hour, but King Herald is in need of your services.”
“Now?” Did the king not sleep? “Did he even try to call upon Sir Raphael?”
The young man shook his head. “No, Milord. He asked for you specifically.”
“Oh for heavens…ah forget it.” The tall warrior grumbled, grabbing the parchment and quill roughly from the windowsill, balling up the parchment as he walked past the young man. The words he wished to express weren’t coming as easily as he thought they would anyway. “Get my horse ready!”
“Yes, Milord! Right away!”
No matter where he went, Sir Leonardo was always under the watchful eye of the king. So, it wasn’t a surprise when the young lad, known as Micah, found him in the old abandoned mill. It also came as no surprise when the king asked for him, and not one of his brothers, to escort him to wherever he wished to go. Sir Leonardo had long suspected that it was to keep him from visiting the princess while he was away. Though the king had never caught them together, he had his suspicions.
The king’s castle was one of the biggest in the country. It had been added on to over the centuries and now stretched over a considerable piece of land. Home to over eight hundred servants and at least fifty royals attending court, Sir Leonardo found himself at the very center of the public eye. His presence was most often requested for royal events, such as balls and dinners. Not to say the least, when the king needed to be escorted to neighboring towns and other ventures.
Everyone was quick to praise the experienced warrior on his fighting abilities and his protection of the king, but Sir Leonardo only wanted one thing. He wanted it more than gold. More than silver. He wanted her.
Sir Leonardo walked down the familiar marble hallway towards the king's chambers. It was late, so he knew the king would be sitting in his chair, a well worn chess board in front of him.
“Ah! There he is! My most trusted warrior!” The king smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I wish to be escorted to Tarva. We leave at first light!” He announced without preamble.
Sir Leonardo bowed, then rose, inclining his head, noticing that the king was in fact sitting on the edge of his bed. Tarva? What in god's name could the king be looking for in Tarva? “Your highness?” He tilted his head slightly, concern coating his tone. “Tarva?”
“Yes. Tarva.” The king coughed. “I received word that a messenger from Shekee awaits me there.” The king gripped the front of his robe, pulling it tighter around him. “But first we need to wait for your brother. I’ve asked Sir Donatello to join us.”
Sir Leonardo’s eye ridges rose, his lips quirking into a smile. It had been at least a fortnight since he had seen his brother, but that meant that this wasn’t usual business. “It will be good to see him.”
“Yes. I imagine it would. He is not only an excellent warrior, but an even better messenger. I trust him explicitly when it comes to urgent matters. He only just got back last night.” The king watched Sir Leonardo carefully. When he didn’t react he continued. “I would have sent Micah to tell you, but-”
Sir Leonardo laughed inwardly. For the first time, it seemed the king wasn’t able to find him. “I’m sorry, King Herald, I was dealing with a family matter.”
The king squinted for a second, his left brow arching, his jaw tensing, then relaxed his face. “It’s quite alright.” He said tightly, then added. “In the future, please make yourself a little easier to find. I need you available at all times. Day or night.”
Sir Leonardo nodded. “Yes, your highness.”
“Excellent. Well, while we’re waiting for your brother, you’re free to do as you please for the time being.” The king straightened, smoothing down the front of his robe. “Also, as a favor to me. Please stay away from the mutant market. You’re a king's guard for heaven's sake! Act like it!” He inclined his head, his dark eyes softening.
Sir Leonardo grimaced. He hated when the king expected him to act like a human. Because he in fact wasn’t. “Yes, your high-”
“No.” The king waved his hands in front of him as he stood. “None of that.” He walked up to Leonardo, his face solemn. “I know. I truly do.” He put his hand on Leonardo’s right shoulder. “I know that what I’m asking of you takes strength and courage to do so. I’m not delusional. As I’m also not delusional when it comes to matters of the heart.” The king looked up into Leonardo’s deep blue eyes.
This was it. The king was going to tell him that he knew about what was going on between his daughter and …..
“I’ve noticed how you and your brothers are no longer as close as you once were.” The king said, gently patting Leonardo’s shoulder. Leonardo’s eyes widened as his heart skipped a few beats. “When we return, seek your brothers out. Family is too important to leave matters unattended.”
Leonardo bowed, his mind racing. “I will, your highness. Thank you.”
The king nodded. “Excellent. I will send Micah to retrieve you when Sir Donatello arrives. We leave directly afterwards.”
Tags: @thelaundrybitch @wynndigogh
Authors Note:
Hey guys! So, I've been wanting to write something with the guys in medieval times and couldn't figure out how to place them in that time period🤷 Then I was hit with inspiration by watching Vikings! The one with Ragnar Lothbrok!
I don't know how long this is going to be, but I'm going to try and stick with it! I appreciate your support! Until the next part....Be safe and be free!🧡❤️💙💜🦊
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1464 - 1478: THE MIDDLE
The red rose and the white are on his face, The fatal colours of our striving houses: The one his purple blood right well resembles; The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth: Wither one rose, and let the other flourish; If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
Henry VI, Part 3 (2.5.97-102)
KEY LANCASTRIAN MALE FIGURES DURING THIS PERIOD:
❁ Henry VI of England - restored to the throne on the 30th of October 1470; deposed and imprisoned after Tewkesbury; probably murdered on Edward IV’s orders on the 21st of May 1471 ❁ Edward of Lancaster, Prince of Wales - heir apparent to the English throne under Lancaster; killed at the Battle of Tewkesbury ❁ Edmund Beaufort, 4th Duke of Somerset - title disputed as attainder had not been lifted on his brother; executed after the Battle of Tewkesbury ❁ Thomas Neville, Viscount Fauconberg - the Bastard of Fauconberg; executed after the Kentish Rebellion ❁ Richard Neville, 16th Earl of Warwick - killed at the Battle of Barnet after turning coat to Lancaster and engineering Henry VI’s second reign ❁ George Plantagenet, 1st Duke of Clarence - turned coat to Lancaster and back to York during Henry VI’s second reign; executed in 1478 for treason, reportedly drowned in a butt of Malmsey wine ❁ John Neville, 1st Marquess of Montagu - killed at the Battle of Barnet ❁ John de Vere, 13th Earl of Oxford - escaped to the continent after the Battle of Barnet
BATTLES:
♔ Battle of Hedgeley Moor - 25th of April 1464 ♔ Battle of Hexham - 15th of May 1464 ♔ Battle of Edgecote Moor - 26th of July 1469 ♔ Battle of Losecoat Field - 12th of March 1470 ♔ Battle of Barnet - 14th of April 1471 ♔ Battle of Tewkesbury - 4th of May 1471
Aneurin Barnard as Richard III in THE WHITE QUEEN (2013)
Elizabeth of York— 1466-1483 (Princess) | 1483-1485 (Bastard) | 1487-1503 (Queen) Mary I of England — 1516-1533 (Princess) | 1533-1559 (Bastard) | 1553-1558 (Queen) Elizabeth I of England — 1533-1536 (Princess) | 1536-1559 (Bastard) | 1559-1603 (Queen)
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Empress Matilda (1114 – 1125) Eleanor of Provence (1236 - 1272) Philippa of Hainault (1328 – 1369) Margaret of Anjou (1445 – 1461) Elizabeth Woodville (1464 - 1483) Elizabeth of York (1486 - 1503) Catherine of Aragon (1509 - 1533) Anne Boleyn (1533 - 1536) Elizabeth I (1558 - 1603) Anne of Great Britain (1702 -1714) Victoria I (1837 - 1901)
The second Rivers matrilineal line in the Starz Saga of Philippa Gregory’s The Cousins’ War / The Tudor Court Series
Jacquetta of Luxembourg, 1st Duchess of Bedford (third creation) by her first marriage to John of Lancaster and 1st Countess of Rivers by her second marriage to Richard Woodville || The White Queen Catherine Woodville, 2nd Duchess of Buckingham by her first marriage to Henry Stafford and 1st Duchess of Bedford (fifth creation) by her second marriage to Jasper Tudor || The White Princess Anne Stafford, 1st Countess of Huntingdon (seventh creation) by her second marriage to George Hastings || The Spanish Princess
Aneurin Barnard as Richard III THE WHITE QUEEN (2013)
Portrait of a Young Woman in a Pinned Hat, 1435, Rogier Van Der Weyden
Medium: oil,panel
https://www.wikiart.org/en/rogier-van-der-weyden/portrait-of-a-young-woman-in-a-pinned-hat-1435