Candle in the Wind by T. H. White

Author:T. H. White
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy
Publisher: epubBooks Classics
Published: 2015-09-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter IX

On a Bright Winter Day, Six Months Later, Joyous Gard Was Invested. the Sun Shone at Right-angles to the North Wind, Leaving the East Side of the Furrows White With Frost. Outside the Castle, the Starlings and Green Plover Searched Anxiously in the Stiff Grass. the Deciduous Trees Stood Up in Skeleton, Like Maps of the Veins or of the Nervous System. the Cow-droppings, if You Hit Them, Rang Like Wood. Everything Had the Colour of Winter, the Faded Lichen Green, Like a Green Velvet Cushion Which Has Been Left in the Sun for Years. the Vein-trees, Like the Cushion, Had a Nap on Their Trunks. the Conifers Had It All Over Their Funeral Draperies. the Ice Crackled in the Puddles and on the Gellid Moat. Joyous Gard Itself Stood Up, a Beautiful Picture in the Powerless Sunshine - Lancelot's Castle Was Not Forbidding. the Old-fashioned Keeps of Arthur's Accession Had Given Place to a Gaiety of Defence, Now Difficult to Imagine. You Must Not Picture It Like the Ruined Strongholds, With Mortar Crumbling Between the Stones, Which You See Today. It Was Plastered. They Had Put Chrome in the Plaster, So That It Was Faintly Gold. Its Slated Turrets, Conical in the French Fashion, Crowded From Complicated Battlements in a Hundred Unexpected Aspirations. There Were Little Fantastic Bridges, Covered Like the Bridge of Sighs, From This Chapel to That Tower. There Were Outside Staircases, Going Heaven Knows Where--perhaps to Heaven. Chimneys Suddenly Soared Out of Machicolations. Real Stained-glass Windows, High Up and Out of Danger, Gleamed Where Once There Had Been Blank Walls. Bannerets, Crucifixes, Gargoyles, Water-spouts, Weather-cocks, Spires and Belfries Crowded the Angled Roofs--roofs Going This Way and That, Sometimes of Red Tile, Sometimes of Mossy Stone, Sometimes of Slate. the Place Was a Town, Not a Castle. It Was Light Pastry, Not the Dour Unleavened Bread of Old Dunlothian - Round the Joyful Castle There Was the Camp of Its Besiegers. Kings, in Those Days, Took Their Household Tapestries With Them on Campaign, Which Was a Measure of the Kind of Camps They Had. the Tents Were Red, Green, Checkered, Striped. Some of Them Were of Silk. in a Maze of Colour and Guy-ropes, of Tent-pegs and Tall Spears, of Chess-players and Sutlers, of Tapestried Interiors and of Gold Plate, Arthur of England Had Sat Down to Starve His Friend

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