| Sunday June 3, 2001 |
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| The women of the shire have been stirred up by an
itinerant Adamite preacher. None other than the vicar's wife does lead the
way in the shedding of her clothing. Truly they believe that in so doing they
will return to the innocence of the Garden of Eden. |
The vicar was rather less than pleased by this turn
of events... |
...and a screaming match ensues. |
Our good vicar's tongue is no match for his wife's,
though... |
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| ...so in desperation he turns unto the yeomen of the
Queen's Guard to drag these wantons (says he) out of the chapel. |
And these gentlemen did think that they would be
spending a quiet morning in the Queen's Cup Inn. Hah. This were, after all,
the village o' St. Ives, where bloody well anything can happen in the blink
of an eye. |
T'would not surprise any of ye to learn that not all
of these good women went quietly, now would it? |
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| That were not the end o' the morning's scandalous
doings, either. This might at first appear to be one of Master DeBeers' usual
sessions of sketching nudes, but look closer. |
T'were a pair of Her Grace's ladies in waiting! |
And an accompanying pair of peeping Toms. |
"Who, us?" |
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| Master DeBeers does attempt to concentrate on the
creation of sketches, but it would seem that the ladies are somewhat more
entertaining than he bargained for. Indeed, some things never change, no
matter the rank of those involved. |
He does manage to get a few lines down on paper...
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...but his concentration were easily broken by the
games the ladies do play with feathers. |
These two do stand by to protect the ladies' virtue,
which does not keep them from enjoying the artist's consternation. This happy
scene were not destined to last long, though. |
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| More of the Queen's ladies arrive... |
...and stand staring in horror. |
*gasp* They really are naked! |
Lady Anne continues to scold, but these two are
unrepentant. "We are going to present the drawing to Her Majesty as a gift!"
I do wonder what our good Queen did think of it. |
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| Mother Anne has recruited one of the lasses from The
Queen's Cup Inn to join the ladies of The Bell.* |
The forge boys at work. |
No joke here- just hard work. |
The madrigal singers take a brief rest between songs.
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* "...and her- she's Flicker Farkle." "Hiiiiiii!" (*cough* sorry folks,
couldn't resist)
