King and queen sit on thrones, jesters juggle, dogs chew bones. Roaring fires spit and spark, candles flicker in the dark. Gorgeous fabrics hang around, minstrels sing of treasures found. Food laid out for court to eat, finely dressed they meet and greet. In this age, knights crossed swords, fancy ladies danced with lords. A romantic period imagined so, but risky roles high or low.
What am I referring to? Stop by Wednesday for the answer.
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The Unicorn in Captivity (from the Unicorn Tapestries) |
