rich-broidered

Updated: April 30, 2025

I knelt to my lord, as he sat in his rich-broidered cloak, with his plump legs cross-gartered, as befits great nobles, and, kissing his hand, begged that I might speak on. "Nay; first, sir priest," he said, "tell us thy name, and then thy story." "Indeed, father," I replied, "I am not that I seem; no priest am I, though bred in Vale cloister in Guernsey."

William J. Ferrar - The Fall of the Grand Sarrasin : Being a Chronicle of Sir Nigel de Bessin, Knight, of Things that Happed in Guernsey Island, in the Norman Seas, in and about the Year One Thousand and Fifty-Seven