r of raiment I had on, for I ensure thee I do not a whit."

"Dost thou ever, the morrow thereof?" said I. "Nay, I wis I must pluck
that out of mine own memory."

The King, then, was donned of a robe of purple velvet, with a pair of
sotlars of cloth of gold of Nakes silk; the said velvet robe wrought
with the arms of England, of golden broidery. The Queen bare a robe of
green cloth of velvet, with a cape thereto, guarded with miniver, and an
hood of miniver; her hair falling full sweetly over from under her
golden fillet, sith she put not on her hood save to leave the Minster.
And at the feast thereafter, she ware a robe of cloth of samitelle, red
and grey, with a tunic and mantle of the same. [Note 6.]

As for Jack, that was then clerk of the Wardrobe [Note 7], he ware a
tabard of the King's livery [the arms of France and England] of mine own
broidering, and hosen of black cloth, his hood being of the same. I had
on a gown of grey cloth of Northampton, guarded with gris, and mine hood
was of rose-colour say [Note 8] lined with black velvet.

But over the inwards of the wedding must I not linger, for much is yet
to write. The latter end of February was the Lady La Despenser loosed
from the Tower, and in April was all given back to her. All, to wit,
that could be given. Her little children, that the Queen Isabel had
made nuns without any leave given save her own, could come back to her
never more. I misdoubt if she lamented it greatly. She was one from
whom trouble and sorrow ran lightly, like the water from a duck's back:
and I reckon she thought more on her second marriage, which had place
secretly about a year after her release, than she ever did for her lost
children. And here may I say that those sisters, coheirs of Gloucester,
did ever seem to me the queerest mothers I wist. The Lady Margaret
Audley gave up her little Kate (a sweet child she was) to the Ankerage
at Ledbury with scarce a sigh; and the Lady Alianora, of whom I write,
took but little thought for her maids at Sempringham, or I err. I would
not have given up my Alice after that fashion: and I did sore pity those
little barnes, of which the eldest was not seven years old. Folk said
it was making of gift to God, and was an holy and blessed thing.
Soothly, I marvel if God setteth store by such like gifts, when men do
but cast at his feet that whereof they would be rid! The innermost
sanctuary of the Temple, it seemeth me, is scarce the fitte