HK's wedding

[newyorkcatholic]

Resurrexi posted a pic of HK's wedding here: http://catholicforum.fisheaters.com/index.php/topic,3442056.0.html

But I have found a text description, from T. H. White.

The cathedral of Carlion was booked for it, and no trouble was spared that a good time should be had by all.  The pontifical nuptial high mass was celebrated by such a galaxy of cardinals and bishops and nuncios that there seemed to be no part of the immense church which was not teeming with violet and scarlet and incense and little boys ringing silver bells.  Sometimes a boy would rush at a bishop and ring a bell at him.  Sometimes a nuncio would pounce on a cardinal and cense him all over.  It was like a battle of the flowers.  Thousands of candles blazed before the gorgeous altars.  In every direction the blunt, accustomed, holy fingers were spreading little tablecloths, or holding up books, or blessing each other thoroughly, or soaking each other with Holy Water, or reverently displaying God to the people.  The music was heavenly, both Gregorian and Ambrosian, and the church was packed.  There were monks and friars and abbots of every description, standing about in sandals among the knights, whose armour flashed by candlelight.  There was even a Franciscan bishop, wearing grey, with a red hat.  The copes and mitres were almost all of solid gold cloth crushed with diamonds, and there was such a putting of them on and taking of them off that the whole cathedral rustled.  As for the Latin, it was talked at such a speed that the rafters rang with genitive plurals — and there was such a prelatical issuing of admonitions, exhortations and benedictions that it was a wonder the whole congregation did not go to heaven on the spot.  Even the Pope, who was as keen as anybody that the thing should go with a swing, had kindly sent a number of indulgences for everybody he could think of.

Splendid.  Though I'm sure HK could find a few things to improve even in this scenario.

(This excerpt is actually from the second book of The Once and Future King, called The Queen of Air and Darkness, and depicts the double wedding between King Pellinore and the daughter of the Queen of Flanders, and St. Toirdealbhach--not a real saint!--and Mother Morlan.)

[The_Harlequin_King]

That's how every wedding should be.

I'm also glad to know there were Franciscans in the Arthurian age.....

[The_Harlequin_King]

Splendid.  Though I'm sure HK could find a few things to improve even in this scenario.

For starters, I'm thinking of a papal Sarum Mass at Westminster Abbey, after having been restored as an actual abbey and granted to the Benedictines of Solesmes as part of my first act after a violent coup against the House of Windsor. In the realm of music, there shall be 72 Gregorian chanters made up of seminarians and clerics of all the traditional societies, to represent the 72 disciples of Christ. I'd also compel the attendance of Ensemble Organum, Anonymous 4, and the choirs of King's College, Cambridge and Westminster Cathedral.

I suppose the sword arch at the end would have to consist of all the Knights of the Garter and the Bath, and the entire Sovereign Military Order of Malta. All of whom would also compete in the largest jousting tournament the world has ever seen.

[newyorkcatholic]

That's how every wedding should be.

I'm also glad to know there were Franciscans in the Arthurian age.....

Have you read T. H. White?  I think you'd love it.

He's hilariously anachronistic.  One of Merlyn's most useful weapons is psycho-analysis.  (White, writing in the 30s and 40s, of course hyphenated the term.)

[The_Harlequin_King]

Have you read T. H. White?  I think you'd love it.

No, but I should. You're probably right. My miss once expressed outrage that I hadn't read "The Once and Future King". I'm currently working on Sir Thomas Malory's book, which is also very anachronistic in different ways.

[newyorkcatholic]

Have you read T. H. White?  I think you'd love it.

No, but I should. You're probably right. My miss once expressed outrage that I hadn't read "The Once and Future King". I'm currently working on Sir Thomas Malory's book, which is also very anachronistic in different ways.

That order probably makes more sense ... but I plan to read Malory after finishing White, since that's just how I got around to it.

[Someone1776]

Did you know Sir Thomas Malory wrote Le Morte de Arthur while in prison for rape?

[newyorkcatholic]

Did you know Sir Thomas Malory wrote Le Morte de Arthur while in prison for rape?

Ummmm NO.

[The_Harlequin_King]

Did you know Sir Thomas Malory wrote Le Morte de Arthur while in prison for rape?

Yeah. Funny how that was.

[Underdog]

The cathedral of Carlion was booked for it, and no trouble was spared that a good time should be had by all.  The pontifical nuptial high mass was celebrated by such a galaxy of cardinals and bishops and nuncios that there seemed to be no part of the immense church which was not teeming with violet and scarlet and incense and little boys ringing silver bells.  Sometimes a boy would rush at a bishop and ring a bell at him.  Sometimes a nuncio would pounce on a cardinal and cense him all over.  It was like a battle of the flowers.  Thousands of candles blazed before the gorgeous altars.  In every direction the blunt, accustomed, holy fingers were spreading little tablecloths, or holding up books, or blessing each other thoroughly, or soaking each other with Holy Water, or reverently displaying God to the people.  The music was heavenly, both Gregorian and Ambrosian, and the church was packed.  There were monks and friars and abbots of every description, standing about in sandals among the knights, whose armour flashed by candlelight.  There was even a Franciscan bishop, wearing grey, with a red hat.  The copes and mitres were almost all of solid gold cloth crushed with diamonds, and there was such a putting of them on and taking of them off that the whole cathedral rustled.  As for the Latin, it was talked at such a speed that the rafters rang with genitive plurals — and there was such a prelatical issuing of admonitions, exhortations and benedictions that it was a wonder the whole congregation did not go to heaven on the spot.  Even the Pope, who was as keen as anybody that the thing should go with a swing, had kindly sent a number of indulgences for everybody he could think of.

(This excerpt is actually from the second book of The Once and Future King, called The Queen of Air and Darkness, and depicts the double wedding between King Pellinore and the daughter of the Queen of Flanders, and St. Toirdealbhach--not a real saint!--and Mother Morlan.)

Hilarious!  Can't wait to see the accompanying video.  HK...y'all are gonna smell like incense for weeks afterward.  Make sure to warn asthmatics to bring their inhalers...