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Updated: May 1, 2025
"By the rood, John, I have missed your merry songs this week or more! Glad I am to see that you have your citole slung to your back. Whence come you then?" "I come from Tilford, sire, in the hope that I should meet your majesty." "It was well thought of. Come, ride here between the Prince and me, and we will believe that we are back in France with our war harness on our backs once more.
I will dress, and when I have bid farewell to the noble Dame Ermyntrude I will on to Farnham; but you will see me here again on the day that the King comes." So Chandos went his way that evening, walking his horse through the peaceful lanes and twanging his citole as he went, for he loved music and was famous for his merry songs.
"You can ride?" asked Sir Nigel, looking at the youth with puckered eyes. "Yes, I have ridden much at the abbey." "Yet there is a difference betwixt a friar's hack and a warrior's destrier. You can sing and play?" "On citole, flute and rebeck." "Good! You can read blazonry?" "Indifferent well."
But let us talk no more of such matters, since we cannot mend them. Where is your citole, Nigel? Will you not play and sing to me?"
"No, father." "Then you are free to follow a worldly life. But let me hear, ere you start, what gifts you take away with you from Beaulieu? Some I already know. There is the playing of the citole and the rebeck. Our choir will be dumb without you. You carve too?" The youth's pale face flushed with the pride of the skilled workman. "Yes, holy father," he answered.
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