A daughter born on the wrong side of the blanket given to a Count in marriage a political alliance for my father who gave my daughters away as hostages and another king’s son held as bond in my hands: my hands! O servants of the air! Promptly did I have his eyes put out. As promptly did Henry allow my daughters’ eyes blinded, their noses cut off as revenge – Do you wonder? So power-hungry progenitors bequeath the sacrifice of the innocent to this day.
Henry I was king of England from c. 1100– 1 December 1135. Historian Charles Spencer describes this brutally cruel event in his book The White Ship
The senex stared at the garlic, the little cast-iron pot. Should she summon the Old One? What would it demand this time? But half her staff had been taken, the other half, turned. The chorus-women deserted. Once again the child zealots had led them astray.
She removed the pot, chanting:
The Outsider’s here, siddle-siddle, hiss Lay the garlic in the pan, make yourself a wish Round about it go, dance in despair I’m the one who betrays with a siddle-siddle, kiss.
If only there were some other way to be re-elected.
But at what cost? At what cost??
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