BASE COURT STORIES

On a cold January day with the mists from the River Thames being dispersed by the soft seasonal zephyrs, barely bothering the banners and flags of the festivities, the most important man in England lay motionless on the tilt dirt. He could not move with the pounds of gold- and silver-embossed armour holding him to the ground like a vice, even if he was conscious, which he was not.The crowd having gone from rapturous delirium to a silence, within the blink of an eye, only broken by the cries of the highest in the land Norfolk, Cranmer and of course a trembling Anne, all gripped in terror for differing reasons.Could the

Intr-o zi rece de ianuarie, cu ceatele din raul Tamisa dispersate de zefirele sezoniere moi, abia deranjand steagurile si steagurile festivitatilor, cel mai important om din Anglia zacea nemiscat pe murdaria inclinata. El nu se putea misca cu kilogramele de armura in relief si auriu, tinandu-l la pamant, ca un viciu, chiar daca era constient, ceea ce nu era. Multimea a trecut de la delirul rapitor la o tacere, intr-o clipita de un ochi, rupt doar de strigatele celor mai inalti din tara Norfolk, Cranmer si, desigur, o Anne tremuranda, toate cuprinse de teroare din motive diferite.