Thornwing, the Knyght
A KNYGHT ther was, and that a worthy man,
That fro the tyme that he first bigan
To riden out, he loved chivalrie,
Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie.
Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre,
And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre
Spleenford, the Squier
With hym ther was his sone, a yong SQUIER,
A lovyere and a lusty bacheler;
With lokkes crulle, as they were leyd in presse.
Of twenty yeer of age he was, I gesse.
Of his stature he was of evene lengthe,
And wonderly delyvere, and of greet strengthe.
Gloomston, the Pardoner (WIP)
With hym ther rood a gentil PARDONER
Of Gloomston, his freend and his compeer,
That streight was comen fro the court of spades.
His walet lay biforn hym in his lappe
Bretful of pardoun come from Kyng al hoot.
A voys he hadde as smal as hath a goot.
Ne was ther swich another pardoner;
For in his male he hadde a pilwe-beer,
Which that he seyde was Oure Lady veyl:
He seyde he hadde a gobet of the seyl
That a seint hadde, whan that he wente
Upon the see, til Lord Nagash hym hente.
He hadde a bagge of latoun ful of stones,
And in a glas he hadde pigges bones.
But with thise relikes, whan that he fond
A povre persoun dwellyng upon lond,
Upon a day he gat hym moore moneye
Than that the person gat in monthes tweye.
Update: 27th June 2020
Gloomston is finished.
So, for now at least, is the Court of Spades!