When Knighthood Was in Flower

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h1>WHEN KNIGHTHOOD WAS IN FLOWER</h1> <h3>or, the Love Story of<br/> Charles Brandon and Mary Tudor<br/> the King's Sister, and Happening<br/> in the Reign of<br/> His August Majesty<br/> King Henry the<br/> Eighth</h3> <br/> <h4>REWRITTEN AND RENDERED<br/> INTO MODERN ENGLISH FROM<br/> SIR EDWIN CASKODEN'S MEMOIR</h4> <br/> <h3><i>By<br/> Edwin Caskoden<br/> [Charles Major]</i></h3> <br/> <h2>JULIA MARLOWE EDITION</h2> <h4>WITH SCENES FROM THE PLAY</h4> <h5>INDIANAPOLIS, U.S.A.<br/> <i>THE BOWEN-MERRILL COMPANY<br/> PUBLISHERS</i></h5> <br/> <br/> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><i>"There lived a Knight, when Knighthood was in flow'r,</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>Who charmed alike the tilt-yard and the bow'r</i>."<br/></span></div> </div> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <hr /> <br/> <h4>To My Wife</h4> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <SPAN name="toc" id="toc"></SPAN><hr /> <br/> <h3>CONTENTS</h3> <br/> <div class="centered"> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="70%" summary="Table of Contents"> <tr> <td>&nbsp;</td> <td class="tdl">The Caskodens</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Caskodens">1</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="10%" class="tdr">I</td> <td class="tdl">The Duel</td> <td width="10%" class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_I">6</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">II</td> <td class="tdl">How Brandon Came to Court</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_II">13</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">III</td> <td class="tdl">The Princess Mary</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_III">23</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">IV</td> <td class="tdl">A Lesson in Dancing</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_IV">45</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">V</td> <td class="tdl">An Honor and an Enemy</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_V">74</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">VI</td> <td class="tdl">A Rare Ride to Windsor</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_VI">89</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">VII</td> <td class="tdl">Love's Fierce Sweetness</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_VII">102</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">VIII</td> <td class="tdl">The Trouble in Billingsgate Ward</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_VIII">128</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">IX</td> <td class="tdl">Put Not Your Trust in Princesses</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_IX">146</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">X</td> <td class="tdl">Justice, O King!</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_X">169</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">XI</td> <td class="tdl">Louis XII a Suitor</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XI">182</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">XII</td> <td class="tdl">Atonement</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XII">202</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">XIII</td> <td class="tdl">A Girl's Consent</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XIII">213</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">XIV</td> <td class="tdl">In the Siren Country</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XIV">226</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">XV</td> <td class="tdl">To Make a Man of Her</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XV">244</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">XVI</td> <td class="tdl">A Hawking Party</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XVI">256</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">XVII</td> <td class="tdl">The Elopement</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XVII">268</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">XVIII</td> <td class="tdl">To the Tower</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XVIII">289</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">XIX</td> <td class="tdl">Proserpina</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XIX">302</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">XX</td> <td class="tdl">Down into France</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XX">320</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr">XXI</td> <td class="tdl">Letters from a Queen</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XXI">337</SPAN></td> </tr> </table></div> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <hr /> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="margin-left: 25%; margin-right: 25%;"> <p class="hang">*<i>"Cloth of gold do not despise,<br/> Though thou be match'd with cloth of frize;<br/> Cloth of frize, be not too bold,<br/> Though thou be match'd with cloth of gold</i>."</p> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <p class="noin" style="font-size: 80%;">* Inscription on a label affixed to Brandon's lance under a picture of Mary Tudor and Charles Brandon, at Strawberry Hill.</p> </div> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <hr /> <br/> <h3>The Play</h3> <br/> <p>The initial performance of the play was given in St. Louis on the evening of November 26, 1900, and the first New York production was on the fourteenth of the following January.</p> <p>Its instant and continued success is well known. A prominent dramatic critic of the press has said:</p> <p>"Julia Marlowe fully realized the popular idea of the Mary described by the novelist. She seemed to revel in the role. With its instantaneous changes from gay daring to anger and fear, from coyness to the dignity that hedges a princess, from resentment to ardent love, the part of Mary Tudor gives Julia Marlowe full scope for the display of her talent. She has never appeared to better or as good advantage as in this play for the reason that it gives opportunity for broader and more effective lights and shades than anything she has hitherto given us."</p> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <hr /> <br/> <h2>When Knighthood Was in Flower</h2> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <SPAN name="Caskodens" id="Caskodens"></SPAN><hr /> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_1" id="Page_1"></SPAN></span><br/> <h3>When Knighthood Was in Flower....</h3> <h3><i>The Caskodens</i></h3> <br/> <p>We Caskodens take great pride in our ancestry. Some persons, I know, hold all that to be totally un-Solomonlike and the height of vanity, but they, usually, have no ancestors of whom to be proud. The man who does not know who his great-grandfather was, naturally enough would not care what he was. The Caskodens have pride of ancestry because they know both who and what.</p> <p>Even admitting that it is vanity at all, it is an impersonal sort of failing, which, like the excessive love of country, leans virtueward; for the man who fears to disgrace his ancestors is certainly less likely to disgrace himself. Of course there are a great many excellent persons who can go no farther back than father and mother, who, doubtless, eat and drink and sleep as well, and love as happily, as if they could trace an unbroken lineage clear back to Adam or Noah, or somebody of that sort. Nevertheless, we Caskodens are proud of our ancestry, and expect to remain so to the end of the chapter, regardless of whom it pleases or displeases.</p> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_2" id="Page_2"></SPAN></span>We have a right to be proud, for there is an unbroken male line from William the Conqueror down to the present time. In this lineal list are fourteen Barons&mdash;the title lapsed when Charles I fell&mdash;twelve Knights of the Garter and forty-seven Knights of the Bath and other orders. A Caskoden distinguished himself by gallant service under the Great Norman and was given rich English lands and a fair Saxon bride, albeit an unwilling one, as his reward. With this fair, unwilling Saxon bride and her long plait of yellow hair goes a very pretty, pathetic story, which I may tell you at some future time if you take kindly to this. A Caskoden was seneschal to William Rufus, and sat at the rich, half barbaric banquets in the first Great Hall. Still another was one of the doughty barons who wrested from John the Great Charter, England's declaration of independence; another was high in the councils of Henry V. I have omitted one whom I should not fail to mention: Adjodika Caskoden, who was a member of the Dunce Parliament of Henry IV, so called because there were no lawyers in it.</p> <p>It is true that in the time of Edward IV a Caskoden did stoop to trade, but it was trade of the most dignified, honorable sort; he was a goldsmith, and his guild, as you know, were the bankers and international clearance house for people, king and nobles. Besides, it is stated on good authority that there was a great scandal wherein the goldsmith's wife was mixed up in an intrigue with the noble King <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_3" id="Page_3"></SPAN></span>Edward; so we learn that even in trade the Caskodens were of honorable position and basked in the smile of their prince. As for myself, I am not one of those who object so much to trade; and I think it contemptible in a man to screw his nose all out of place sneering at it, while enjoying every luxury of life from its profits.</p> <p>This goldsmith was shrewd enough to turn what some persons might call his ill fortune, in one way, into gain in another. He was one of those happily constituted, thrifty philosophers who hold that even misfortune should not be wasted, and that no evil is so great but the alchemy of common sense can transmute some part of it into good. So he coined the smiles which the king shed upon his wife&mdash;he being powerless to prevent, for Edward smiled where he listed, and listed nearly everywhere&mdash;into nobles, crowns and pounds sterling, and left a glorious fortune to his son and to his son's son, unto about the fourth generation, which was a ripe old age for a fortune, I think. How few of them live beyond the second, and fewer still beyond the third! It was during the third generation of this fortune that the events of the following history occurred.</p> <p>Now, it has been the custom of the Caskodens for centuries to keep a record of events, as they have happened, both private and public. Some are in the form of diaries and journals like those of Pepys and Evelyn; others in letters like the Pastons'; others again in verse and song like Chaucer's and <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_4" id="Page_4"></SPAN></span>the Water Poet's; and still others in the more pretentious form of memoir and chronicle. These records we always have kept jealously within our family, thinking it vulgar, like the Pastons, to submit our private affairs to public gaze.</p> <p>There can, however, be no reason why those parts treating solely of outside matters should be so carefully guarded, and I have determined to choose for publication such portions as do not divulge family secrets nor skeletons, and which really redound to family honor.</p> <p>For this occasion I have selected from the memoir of my worthy ancestor and namesake, Sir Edwin Caskoden&mdash;grandson of the goldsmith, and Master of the Dance to Henry VIII&mdash;the story of Charles Brandon and Mary Tudor, sister to the king.</p> <p>This story is so well known to the student of English history that I fear its repetition will lack that zest which attends the development of an unforeseen denouement. But it is of so great interest, and is so full, in its sweet, fierce manifestation, of the one thing insoluble by time, Love, that I will nevertheless rewrite it from old Sir Edwin's memoir. Not so much as an historical narrative, although I fear a little history will creep in, despite me, but simply as a picture of that olden long ago, which, try as we will to put aside the hazy, many-folded curtain of time, still retains its shadowy lack of sharp detail, toning down and mellowing the hard aspect of real life&mdash;harder and more unromantic even than our <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_5" id="Page_5"></SPAN></span>own&mdash;into the blending softness of an exquisite mirage.</p> <p>I might give you the exact words in which Sir Edwin wrote, and shall now and then quote from contemporaneous chronicles in the language of his time, but should I so write at all, I fear the pleasure of perusal would but poorly pay for the trouble, as the English of the Bluff King is almost a foreign tongue to us. I shall, therefore, with a few exceptions, give Sir Edwin's memoir in words, spelling and idiom which his rollicking little old shade will probably repudiate as none of his whatsoever. So, if you happen to find sixteenth century thought hob-nobbing in the same sentence with nineteenth century English, be not disturbed; I did it. If the little old fellow grows grandiloquent or garrulous at times&mdash;<i>he</i> did that. If you find him growing super-sentimental, remember that sentimentalism was the life-breath of chivalry, just then approaching its absurdest climax in the bombastic conscientiousness of Bayard and the whole mental atmosphere laden with its pompous nonsense.</p> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />