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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 19 2014, 12:54 PM (576 Views) | |
| King Henry VIII | Mar 19 2014, 12:54 PM Post #1 |
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A glorious, cloudless summer day greeted the revelers who poured out in droves to line the cobbled London streets to welcome their king to his coronation at the Collegiate Church of St Peter at Westminster. The streets were lined with cloth of gold and tapestries, their brilliance shining in the sunlight. History oozed from the edifice itself, sites of coronations since 1066, imbuing all who proceeded there to be crowned king under sight and oath of God with poignant historical significance, connecting the new monarch to not only his God, and his people, but his history and his breeding. An essential thing for this fledgling dynasty, and the young king who knew the power of sights yet unseen and glamour to accord goodwill with the people. Not as if the handsome young man needed it, with his charming smile and generous waves to his adoring public, the youth on the throne enough to make the city and indeed the country buzz with the promise young Henry VIII made. The ceremony itself, old as time with its beginnings recorded in the tenth century, was long and tedious perhaps but filled with significance that certainly filled young Henry with idealizations of himself and his purpose on earth. Divinely chosen by God, despite being born the second son, in his mind entirely better than anyone in his family including his departed elder brother: all of these things just served to prove to him in his arrogance that it was he alone who was chosen for this, by the Lord above. Garbed spectacularly in a red robe lined with ermine, clothed in cloth of gold, looking every inch a king as he processed into the Abbey with strains of music echoing through the vast church, a moving cacophony of sight and sound for all who witnessed it. Acclaimed by the choristers with shouts of "Vivat! Vivat Rex!" he went through the church, earnestness on his face with every slow pace he walked. Presented to the assembled, the Dukes and below, the Bishops and below, by the Archbishop of Canterbury, who all hailed him ("God save the King!"), and then Henry took an oath before God that he and he alone would promise to rule his realm with faith, justice, and mercy, to uphold God's only church in England. The holy oil, blessed by the priests and God, anointed the king. Eucharist was taken. Despite the beauty, there was solemnity in it, Henry honestly and seriously taking his promises to heart. Who knew if he would live up to them, but at this moment, his heart full of pride in himself and in his position ordained by God, he believed he would. To not would be to make a false promise to his people and worst of all to the Lord: unforgivable. Zadok the priest, and Nathan the prophet, anointed Solomon king, just as Henry VIII was anointed king by his Archbishop, the words from the Book of Kings chanted by the choir at the moment of anointing. Dressed now in robes of gold to be invested with the Regalia, the symbols of England's monarchy--the Orb, the Seceptre, and the Sword--Henry sat in old St Edward's Chair to receive them, soberly, each item declared before him and then given, to be blessed back at the altar. In one hand he held the Sceptre; in the other, the Orb which was Christ presiding over all the World, and Henry's promise to be a just Christian king residing in these things. Symbols of the promise he had made with words that would reach God. But the moment of crowning was the one all waited for with bated breath, the Archbishop holding St Edward's Crown with its diamonds and velvet sparkling and shining in its sheen, above Henry's fair head, before setting it on while the others all proclaimed him king and may God save him, the thundering shouts drowning out any other noise in the Abbey. It even shook Henry, who found it rather an emotional moment as he lifted his chin and exhaled, letting the adulation wash over him, holding back a smile of pride with the crown on his head and symbols in his hand. Visible to all near in the Abbey, the king moved to the throne, supported by the Archbishops surrounding him, crown on his head, robe on his body, symbols in hand, and as he sat down, in that moment formally taking possession of his kingdom under the rule of God and of course of Henry, he smiled to himself. Homages were made. Blessings were sung. A glorious day indeed, mystery and beauty entwining into one. He was king indeed! |
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| Edward Stafford | Mar 20 2014, 07:13 PM Post #2 |
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3rd Duke of Buckingham
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The last coronation that the Duke of Buckingham attended had taken place when he was seven years old. The day before he had been newly made a Knight of the Order of Bath, and as he stood with his brother Henry and Margaret Beaufort, the woman who would raise them as her wards, the young duke had a fleeting thought in his mind. One day that could me be. In the years that he had been secreted around the English countryside in successful attempts to keep him from the vengeful hands of Richard III, adults had whispered that Edward had enough claim to take the throne of England himself. This, however, was not to be, for Henry VII and his armies got there first. He restored Buckingham's lands, gave him honors, and the duke served him faithfully. Henry VII had been an honorable man and a fair king, at least in Buckingham's eyes. And now, on this magnificent day, Edward could not help but reflect upon the coronation of the father as he watched Henry VII's son be crowned as King of England. And not only that, but Buckingham thought of the service he had already given this new king long before either of them had suspected that the second son would replace the first. He had watched as the three-year old Henry was invested as Duke of York, he had been at his side to greet Catherine of Aragon as she entered London, and now he was here to watch Prince Henry become King Henry. Swathed in royal blue and wearing all the trappings of his office and title, Edward watched with solemn respect as the young man took his vows, was anointed with holy oil, and finally wore the crown that symbolized his divine office as sovereign of England. It was with no restraint that Buckingham joined in the joyous shout, "Vivat Rex!" |
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